Wednesday, 31 May 2017

Welcome Bre Meli! Going to Make Her Mine, Book 2 in The Step Series

⭐ Going to Make Her Mine⭐
     Book 2 in The Step Series

Hadley Morgan has always chosen the loser, wanted the bad boy, fallen for the one that will just use her. Then she meets Percy Morgan. He is the exact opposite of every guy she's ever gone after, or so he made her believe.

Maxon Morgan, Hadley's new stepson, encompasses every guy, Hadley has ever dated. He's arrogant, pig-headed and uses women for his own desires, or so he made her believe.

When things turn the wrong direction, everyone's world is flipped upside down. Maxon no longer cares about anyone but her. Hadley was made for him. Now he will fight to make her his....
             ..... And his alone

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Monday, 29 May 2017


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Sunday, 28 May 2017



Coming June 29th
(Will be free to all my Newsletter subscribers)
BOOK 4.5 Of The Dark and Damaged Hearts Series
James and Emma
The Honeymoon
Nothing but sex and scuba diving!
No, I'm dead serious, that's all this book is about

Emma Everly didn’t know true love or happiness until she met enigmatic millionaire James Shaw. He turned her world upside down, all for the better, possessing her heart, body, and soul. He brought her over to the dark and dirty side and opened her eyes to the wild and kinky sex Emma didn’t even know she craved.
Now they’re married and ready to start their life together, and Emma realizes all her dreams are coming true. With a romantic honeymoon planned on a live-aboard boat in French Polynesia with nothing but her handsome husband and the fishes, Emma is positive James will take her body to newer and more extreme heights of pleasure. But James has other ideas, and even in the middle of their sexy sea adventure, their relationship is put to the test. Emma must find a way to come to terms with James’ demands or risk ruining their first holiday as husband and wife.
By the time we surfaced and stowed our gear, I was dead on my feet. Completely wiped and it was only day one. It didn’t help that we were dealing with jet lag, had hardly slept all night, and my husband’s libido seemed to have shotgunned forty-seven Red Bulls before getting off the plane. So, I trudged my way down to the bedroom and schlepped my way into the bathroom, hardly able to keep my eyes open as I turned on the faucet for the shower.
 I wasn’t in there long before big, strong hands wrapped around my soapy body, caressing my breasts, and a growing erection pressed demandingly into my lower back. I turned around and faced my beautiful man.
“Well, hello there,” I said in my sexiest voice, my tired eyes drinking in his rock-hard body.
“Hi.” He started massaging my soap-covered breasts, pulling gently and then fiercely at my nipples. “Mmm, I love soapy boobies,” he hummed. “They’re so much fun.”
“Mmm,” I hummed in response, my body betraying my brain and responding in turn to his need.
“You tired?”
I sighed. “Exhausted.”
His lips twitched as if he was trying to hide a smile. Dirty bugger.
I reached my hands down lower and started to softly stroke him. My lathered hands pumped him until he was standing straight up, the silky purple head of his cock glistening beneath my palms. Leaning forward, I kissed the hollow beneath his strong jaw, feeling his heartbeat quicken. A moan fled from his parted lips when I nipped his chin, my own body thrumming with need as my breasts became heavy.
“Turn around, baby,” he said gruffly.
Grinning, I spun around and bent over, using the wall of the shower to brace my arms and expecting a cock to spear me any second. But instead, my generous lover dropped to his knees behind me and lapped at my already soft and swollen folds, his tongue worshipping my wanton body as his lips kissed and sucked, while his fingers pumped.
I was primed, wet and ready in no time, moaning and pushing into his face, riding the edge of euphoria like a skilled cyclist. And then, without warning, leaving my body drenched in longing, he stood up and immediately impaled me. I gave out a loud groan and curled my toes, letting my back sag like a saddle, feeling him hit me deep and hard, my whole body saturated with the sensation of being full and dominated by the powerful and gorgeous man behind me.
The water thrummed down on my back while James hammered me from behind, our feral sounds and the endless water filling my ears, drowning out even thought, so all I could do was feel and live in the moment. I slid my fingers down and started to make tiny circles around my clit, reaching back periodically to feel him — his thick rod, wet from me, disappearing inside of my body, only to emerge once more and then drive back home. He slipped a finger into my ass, and my knees started to shake and buckle. Noticing my fatigue, he wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me standing, all the while never losing his rhythm or his force. The man was a full-on sex machine.
I was so close, my release just beyond my reach. The man was an expert at withholding my orgasms from me, making me beg — he loved it when I begged. He knew exactly how to bring me almost there and keep me balancing on the precipice for ages, making the journey almost as good, if not better, than the destination.
Ready to come, I clenched my muscles around him and pushed back, taking as much of him inside me as I could, enjoying the sudden inhale and grunt from the beast behind me. He felt it, too, and his rhythm started to wane, which let me know he was riding the edge as well.
“I’m going to come,” he groaned.
“Spank me!” I panted. “Hard!”
He made a rude noise in his throat, followed by a primitive growl.
“Oh God!” And then he smacked my ass cheeks six times repeatedly, each time a tad harder than the last, the fact that my butt was wet only making each whack sting just a little bit extra.
It was the last spank that did it, and I leapt off the cliff, free-falling in a delicate spiral down into the rabbit hole, while the world around me appeared to be nothing more than blurry white lights and diamonds in the shape of water droplets. I continued to fall, and then, seconds later, James found his release and fell with me. His moans echoed in my ear as my body milked him in ecstatic ripples, pulling him deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole with me, while the water thundered around us like torrential rain and the steam enveloped us in its gossamer fog.

Saturday, 27 May 2017

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Friday, 26 May 2017

I’d like to find the fuckers and castrate them and their first-born sons myself.

25 Brand New Steamy Summer Romances from some of Today's Best Authors!

Piper Valentine knows all too well that life is short. Off to Peru to heal after a grievous loss, she finds more than solace in the hot, charismatic travel journalist sitting across from her on the airplane. Derrick King’s had a brush with death, too, but he has no idea that he’ll face it again — and again — after giving in to his instant attraction to Piper. Their journey to the top of the world, filled with parties, humor and fun, is turned topsy-turvy as they’re pursued by mysterious gunmen.
Determined to reach Machu Picchu and fulfill her promise to her dead husband, Piper finds that having Derrick along makes her feel safer, even as his lust for her endangers her heart. She’s never found another man so sensual, and with danger on their trail, they keep ending up in each other’s arms. Derrick’s a man with needs — and secrets. Will Piper find strength in surrender? And can Derrick find a way to believe in a future — for both of them?

It was nearly two thirty in the morning when we finally staggered up the stairs to our room. Elissa, Matt, and their friends Rita and Karina were all still downstairs dancing on tables and doing shots with a group of Argentinian soccer players.
I stumbled into the bathroom and started to brush my teeth, hating going to bed without minty fresh breath and hating even more when I woke up with the taste of my last drink in my mouth the next morning. The door to the bathroom opened up, and Derrick stalked in. His brows pinched while he opened up his toiletries bag and squeezed toothpaste out onto his brush. We stood there, eyes locked in the mirror, both of us foaming at the mouth like rabid mongoose, rhythmically brushing our teeth.
I spit and rinsed and then wiped my mouth. “You’re being an asshole,” I said, with a slightly drunken slur to my speech.
He spat and rinsed. “Excuse me?”
“This isn’t my fault, you know?” My hands on my hips, I snagged his eyes in the mirror.
“Are you saying it’s mine?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Then why am I an asshole?”
“Because you’re treating everyone like garbage. You’re angry.”
He shot me a look and then went to the task of removing his contacts. I turned away. I just couldn’t handle watching someone jam their finger into their eye. Ray had worn glasses and contacts as well, and it freaked me out to watch him put them in and take them out. I was equally disturbed by the site of blood. Med school, no matter how well I had scored on the MCAT, had never been in my future. And I had deliberately avoided any form of criminal law as well, just in case I had to look at images of gruesome murder scenes, instead sticking to corporate law…and look how well that had turned out!
“And you’re not angry?” That chip was still there on his shoulder, and his tone was proof of it.
I snorted. “Of course, I am. I’d like to find the fuckers and castrate them and their first-born sons myself. But I don’t shut people out when I’m angry.”
He flicked the contacts into the garbage and then turned to face me. His hard, shirtless body was big and menacing in front of me. I swallowed and took a step back. “Well, I do. Give me some time, okay?”
I couldn’t handle how intense his stare was, and I let my eyes fly to his big, sexy bare feet. “Okay…you’re not mad at me, though?” I don’t know why I felt the need to ask. I’d done absolutely nothing wrong.
A knuckle came up under my chin, and he tilted my head up until I was forced to look back into his eyes. “No. I’m not mad at you.” He dropped his hand and then turned around to leave the bathroom, I followed him.
“You take the top bunk.” He ordered. “They look sturdy enough, but if for whatever reason they collapse, you’ll be less hurt, because having me fall on you could be really dangerous.”
I shrugged again and started to climb the ladder. “Okay.”
He flicked the light out and climbed into bed. “Goodnight, Piper.”
I pulled the sheet up to my chin, the need to cry suddenly grabbing hold of my chest and throat so fiercely I could hardly breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut. Hot tears trickled down onto my pillow, and the vice around my ribs began to squeeze.
I felt him shift in the bed below and then heard the strained squeak of the metal frame. “Piper.”
I opened my eyes. He stood in front of me, but all I could see was his head. The moon was peeking out from behind the drawn blind and was casting beautiful shadows across his stubbly face.
I fought to control my breath as it came out in staggered gasps.
“It’s nothing.” My voice caught in my throat. “Goodnight.”
“Go to sleep, Derrick.”

“Piper.” Then he reached for me. I was drawn to him, drawn to his kindness, his charisma, the quiet power and confidence that seemed to percolate around him like an invisible ball of energy. I scrambled over the small bed rail, and he caught me, cradling my body against his. He tucked us both into his tiny twin bed, spooning me, protecting me with his warmth. I was asleep in seconds.

Thursday, 25 May 2017

A super steamy excerpt of Desiring Lacey! You're going to want to read this!

I've got Erica Lynn back on my Curiously Kinky blog today, and her book Desiring Lacey is available now! Let me tell you, I've read this book and it is bloody fantastic. Hot doesn't do it justice, it's scorching! With characters so real, so flawed, so vulnerable, you can't help but root for them and fall in love just as they do. The sex is hot, a little kinky (but we LOVE that) and dirty as all get out. I'll read anything by Erica Lynn and I hope after checking out this super sexy excerpt you will too.
Welcome, Erica!

๐Ÿ”ฅ ๐ŸŽถ Desiring Lacey Super Sexy Playlist ๐ŸŽถ ๐Ÿ”ฅ

Is there anything better than that super sexy soundtrack in a movie? You listen to the music as you watch the delicious scene play out... 

Yeah, thought so. ๐Ÿ˜‰ 

I wanted to share my playlist for Desiring Lacey. These songs were played so often during the writing of this story that I know every one by heart. They're drilled into my head and, honestly, I don't think I'll ever be rid of them! But it's okay, because they're fabulous. lol

What was so interesting about writing Desiring Lacey is that I’ve never used/made a playlist before. I’ve had songs that I’ve posted that have reminded me of certain characters or events, but when I wrote my other novellas it was absolute, 110% silent time. With Desiring Lacey, however, these songs were on about 95% of the time. Sometimes the volume was so low the sexy words would barely whisper to me while I wrote, and other times they drowned out the world and everyone in it! 

Overall I really enjoyed working with the music. A sexy song, or even a more emotional one like some of the ones in here, will take you away to the place where your characters live. You can feel them and their experiences so much clearer, and it's simply amazing.

Give them a listen and see what you think! I can tell you many of these songs were on repeat for DAYS while I wrote. lol *cough* especially Desire and Until It Hurts *cough*. 

Go ahead, try it! Play Desire softly in the background while you read the below excerpt from Chapter One for an even more delicious experience...

The music changed as Lacey raised her glass to take another sip of
champagne. She closed her eyes and let the melody and lyrics wash
over her. The woman’s voice rang out over the speakers, scratchy and
passionate, the words she delivered deliciously explicit as she sang
about desire. Hot, achy, needy desire.
She heard a movement in front of her and opened her eyes to find
a man leading a woman to a large, circular cushion. As he sat down,
Lacey noticed the chatter around her had died, and everyone seemed
to watch them eagerly. As the music continued to play, the man leaned
back on his forearms and nibbled his bottom lip while he watched the
woman reach up and unclip her hair. Her long, blonde locks fell down
her back, and her hands roamed over her curves as she smiled. Her
hips swished back and forth as she glided toward him. She grabbed
his shirt by the collar, then tugged him until he slid down and sat on
the floor, his head resting on the cushion.
Lacey swallowed as she watched the woman place her knees on
either side of his head. Short bursts of excitement burst from her
lungs, and her breasts pushed against the top of her dress. He’s not
going to…surely not right here. That’d be…
She didn’t have time to finish her thought, because the next second
the man pushed up the woman’s black dress, used his hands to spread
her thighs, and buried his face in her sex. Lacey slowly inhaled as the
woman pulled off the garment, her large and perfect breasts spilling
free. She moaned as she ground against him, one hand supporting her
weight as she leaned over him, the other hand between her legs, her
fingers curled in his hair.
The people around her began to move, too. Some made their
way to the next hallway in groups of twos and threes, and others
began to kiss and explore each other right where they were.
Lacey couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. She couldn’t think—
hell, she could barely breathe. All she could do was watch the
couple in front of her. She’d never seen anything like this in her
life. Typically, she didn’t even care for porn, but the scene in
front of her made her entire body tingle. She pulled her legs up
onto her chair, and a small gasp escaped her throat as her
excitement pooled in her center. A moan slipped through her lips
as her juices leaked out and dripped down her sensitive, swollen
flesh. Holy hell, holy hell, holy hell. She squirmed in her seat as
desire overtook her. Her rapid heartbeat pulsed in her head, her
neck, her clit. She wanted nothing more than to touch herself.
She hurt so badly, she needed to touch herself, to make
herself come.
She glanced around at the few people who hadn’t gone to the
private rooms. A couple to the side of her, both still fully clothed,
ravished each other in one of the chairs. The woman straddled him,
and Lacey pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as his hands
explored every inch of her body. With each move, her skirt slid a few
inches higher, a little more of her thighs exposed each time. A few of
the other couples were already naked on the sofas. Some had sex, and
some simply enjoyed each other as fingertips ran up and down arms
and legs, over breasts and along their sex.
As everyone allowed themselves to experience the naughty fun,
Lacey’s thoughts continued to rage a war in her head. She knew if she
gave in to her body and pleasured herself, it would be the least
shocking thing taking place in the room, but even as that knowledge
swirled in her head, she still couldn’t believe she was actually
considering it. This wasn’t her. She didn’t go to sex parties and
masturbate while she watched others screw. Sex was supposed to be
intimate and private, right? That’s how she viewed it. And yet, here
she sat. A shivering, achy mess.
She swallowed the rest of her champagne and put the glass on the
floor beside her. She didn’t have time to think of how she normally
behaved. All she knew was she was in desperate need of release, and
with every second she didn’t give into the urge, her head pounded
harder. Not from the alcohol, but from her body’s unrelenting ache.
Every tremble, every shudder was her body begging her for an
orgasm. She quickly glanced around, then inched up her dress and
glanced down at her legs. Fuck! My pantyhose. Should I take them off?
Just do it over them? Dammit, dammit, dammit…
“And that, sugar, is why you aren’t supposed to wear panties.”
The deep voice startled her, and she looked up into the eyes of a
man in front of her. “They’re pantyhose. They’re—”
“Two totally separate things. Yeah, I know.”
Lacey realized she was looking at the doorman from earlier.
Cameron. If she hadn’t been so preoccupied with the lust wreaking
havoc in her veins, she would have recognized his broad chest and
shoulders. After all, there was built, then there was Cameron.
She turned her head so she could keep her gaze on him as he crept
behind her, then dropped to his knees. His peppery cologne filled her
nose as he leaned in. His lips grazed her ear as he whispered, “Do you
like what you’re watching?”
His breath sent tingles up her neck, and her sex clenched harder.
Painfully. Like she was empty and needed to be filled.
His fingers moved through her long, dark curls as he pulled them
to the side. She closed her eyes and moaned as his scorching lips came
into contact with her neck. His wet tongue skated out and ran up her
skin to her ear. “Open your eyes, sugar.”
Lacey did as she was told. The man in front of her ran his hands
up the woman’s back and pushed her down until her cheek rested on
the cushion, her ass up in the air. The position showed everything.
“What’s he doing to her?” Cameron asked as his hands made their
way down to her chest, and his long fingers massaged the tops of her
breasts over her dress. He applied perfect pressure, squeezing them
just right, and her nipples hardened beneath his touch.
“He’s going down on her.”
Cameron chuckled and allowed his hands to travel to her waist.
“Going down on her? Please. That’s what guys do when they feel it’s
something they have to do. Like it’s a chore.” He removed his hands,
then made his way around her chair until he was in front of her. He
placed his palms on her shaking knees, his thumbs still massaging,
and ran his tongue over his lips. “Open your legs?”
Lacey watched her legs tremble as she parted them slightly,
allowing Cameron to slide in between them. The feel of his body and
his heat against her center had her helplessly trying to grind into the
chair. Anything to get some friction where she needed it most.
He leaned in until their lips almost touched, but stopped just short
of kissing her. “What he’s doing, Lacey, is eating her pussy.” He ran his
mouth across her cheek and to her ear, his hot breath sending chills
up her spine as he spoke. “Watch him. He’s devouring her. He wants to
feel every ounce of her wetness on his tongue, then he wants to
swallow it down. Do you see? Can you tell the difference?”
Lacey watched, transfixed, as the man’s tongue disappeared in and
out of the woman. She heard him moan as he used his fingers to fill
her up. Every now and then, he’d place one of them back into his
mouth and suck off her juices, then he’d grab her thighs or hips and
push her down farther into his mouth. Onto his face.
“Oh!” Lacey threw her head back as Cameron used the palm of his
hand to push against her center.
“Mmm…I can feel how wet you are. Tell me, baby, do you need
to come?”
“Yes…yes please.” She clumsily attempted to remove her stockings,
but he took her hands and placed them on the armrests.
“No need,” he grabbed the middle of her pantyhose, right above
her sex, and ripped them open.
Her center throbbed from both her need and the cool air that now
caressed her sensitive skin. She could feel her wetness on her inner
thighs, and she attempted to rub them together to get some sort of
relief, but it proved impossible with him kneeling between her legs.
Cameron leaned down and hovered just above her sex.
Her legs shook, her fingers dug into the armrests, and her hips
continuously rose off the chair involuntarily. Just when she was ready
to beg for him to put his mouth on her, she felt his tongue softly skate
over her lips.
“Keep looking at them,” he whispered against her. “Watch them
while I eat you.”

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Tuesday, 23 May 2017

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