Showing posts with label erotic romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label erotic romance. Show all posts

Saturday, November 5, 2016

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Because Beards $0.99 Anthology LIVE!

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Join 21 of your favorite romance authors as we bring you hot, sweet and steamy stories...bearded for your pleasure.
Cover design by Jessica Hildreth, cover model Jacob Rodney-Model and photography by Wander Aguiar. 
Synopsis
Be it a little scruff or a full length beard, there’s nothing more attractive than a man with a well-groomed face. Masculine. Powerful. Sexy. Devoted. Lose yourself in this tantalizing collection of original short stories by your favorite romance authors in support of a great cause. Hipster CEO, bartender, best friend, baseball player—just to name a few—these men all have one thing in common: they’re bearded for your pleasure and deliver one hell of a happy ever after.
All proceeds from this anthology will be donated to The Movember Foundation, an organization that supports charities in the research and treatment of prostate and testicular cancer as well as other men’s health initiatives.
Written by Alexis Alvarez, Faith Andrews, M. Andrews, Jeannine Colette, Hayley Faiman, Angelita Gill, Ace Gray, Ruthie Henrick, Scott Hildreth, Evie Lauren, Jerica MacMillan, R.C. Martin, Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Leslie McAdam, Maria Monroe, Adrienne Perry, J. Quist, Renee Rose, Kacey Shea, Martha Sweeney, and Tom Sweeney

Read an excerpt from Theirs to Protect by Renee Rose

They headed straight for her, wolves hunting their prey. She stood talking to a couple of stuffed shirts, but her gaze slid over to them and she did a double take. He was half-afraid she’d ignore them completely, or, worse, make a beeline in the opposite direction, but, to his surprise, she broke away from her cronies and headed toward them. They met her near a concrete pillar and she skirted the side of it so it hid them from view.
“I didn’t know they invited the Super Troopers.” She folded her arms across her perky breasts.
“We just booted your car, Ice Princess,” John said. “You really should’ve paid those parking tickets.”
“What parking tickets?” she spluttered. “What in the hell are you—” Catching the amusement on Keith’s face, she relaxed. “Very funny.”
He tilted his head. “Well, I’m definitely writing a ticket for that dress. It should be illegal.”
Her sensuous lips curved into a smile. “Oh, really?” She infused a heavy dose of skepticism into her words.
“On you, at least. It could incite a riot.” He stuck out his hand. “Keith Swensen.”
She gripped his palm, her slender handshake firm and professional. “Sloane Walters.”
“John Hathaway.” John offered his hand. “How do you know Judge Tell?”
She pointed to her lovely chest, giving them the excuse to ogle her cleavage. “Public defender.”
John snorted. “That explains it.”
Her jaw dropped in clear offense. “That explains what?”
“Type A personality. Never lets her hair down. Dying to get laid if only she didn’t have to touch anyone to do it.”
Her beautiful aqua eyes narrowed. “You don’t know me.”
His boyish grin appeared. “Oh yeah? What kind of woman buys two guys drinks, flirts, and then bites their heads off when they show interest?”
A flicker of regret—or defeat—flashed across her face. Keith didn’t like it. They didn’t seek to insult her or make her feel bad, but to incite her to action.
He spoke up before she could answer. “The kind who is secretly dying to know what it feels like to have two men make love to her at once.”
Their gazes tangled. His eyes went to those full, glossy lips, close enough to kiss, as he imagined what it would be like to take her mouth. His heart gave a double pump, a sort of lurch that made the hair on his arms stand up with recognition.

Friday, February 20, 2015

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Desiring Death by C.P. Mandala

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Violetta is an executioner… of vampires. Famed for her fiery beauty and mesmerising personality, she has never failed an assignment.
Monsieur Martinet is no ordinary vampire, though. He is a master at his craft and can control humans with the merest flick of his eyelids. The vampire huntress with the porcelain skin and flaming red hair has killed all of his brethren, without exception. He now seeks the ultimate revenge: her submission in HIS bed.
If he’s allowed to stay alive long enough, that is.
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Do You Want to Fight Me?
‘Do you want to fight me, princess? Do you want to slam those little fists of yours against my chest and call me names?’
She didn’t answer him. Her voice was locked away within her throat once more, at his request. He had obviously heard enough this evening. Her job was to lay there and look pretty, she guessed. Oh dear God.
Black ropes slithered up her limbs, and they coiled around her flesh in a serpentine fashion, winding themselves tighter and tighter, tugging at her limbs. No.
‘I want you spread wide open for me, Violetta. That way you’ll be ready to be taken at a moment’s notice. I’ll also be able to see how aroused you are for me, and I think you like this body of mine, don’t you, Vi?
Her grunt of protest remained trapped inside her head, but she knew he heard it.
‘Oh, I know you find me attractive. Now we’re going to work on needs, wants and desires. I’m going to train you to be desperate for the slightest touch my hand may choose to bestow upon your flesh. We’re going to make you a hungry, panting, pathetic little slave who lives for nothing more than to pleasure and serve the capricious notions of her master. I’ve developed quite an overactive imagination over the years, I’ll have you know. We’re going to have so much fun together, you and I.’
The words were lost in her head, but they echoed over and over. The rope was reeling her arms and legs tightly into the wooden corners of the four poster bed and she was beginning to resemble a large ‘X’ shape. Try as she might, bracing her arms and legs against the firm tugs did not help in the slightest. Finally, she was splayed out to the ropes satisfaction and the pressure against her wrists and ankles lessoned slightly.
Martinet ran his index and middle finger up and around the small ridge of her ankle. He watched intently as she sucked in air. At this moment in time her mind did not like his fingers upon her. Her body called her a liar, though, and trembled at the ridiculously light touch.
His fingers then dived under the glistening organza of her gown and crept up a shapely calf. Tiny little steps that did little more than tickle her, but she got noticeably more nervous as they tiptoed higher and higher.
‘You never thanked me for the arm, you know.’
Violetta told him, in no uncertain terms, just what he could do with his thank you.
‘Tsk, tsk. A lady never swears.’ He grinned at her, letting the pads of his fingers brush up against the delicate skin of her inner thigh. The nervous pounding of her heart and the flush of heat that turned her cheeks from alabaster to cherry almost instantly, told him all he needed to know. His fingers wandered higher.
‘Don’t. Stop.’ The whispered plea inside her head was frantic.
‘Oh, I don’t intend to,’ he said, deliberately misunderstanding her and without warning his hand clamped around her sex. She rose up into him and gasped. It appeared that her body was once again under her control. Oh who was she kidding? The vamp played her better than Hendrix played the guitar. He knew when to stroke, when to cajole and, more importantly, when to strike.
‘My goodness, you’re not wearing any panties,’ he exclaimed with a devilish gleam in his eyes. ‘Why you wanton little…’ Martinet didn’t finish his last word. Now that Violetta had regained the use of her voice, she was about to use it at the top of her lungs. Unfortunately, Martinet was once again one step ahead of her, and his face was rapidly descending towards hers. The scream that had been bursting to escape just seconds ago, curdled in her throat. Her body pulled against the ropes. Not to get away from him, as it should have, but to move closer. She wanted those talented lips on hers. She wanted his hands on her fevered, naked flesh and already, she craved the intense pleasure that he could so easily bestow upon her. Covering her lips with his own, he breathed her in. She, on the other hand, couldn’t breathe at all. His hands were running up her arms, tracing delicate, rambling patterns on her flesh, while his tongue might have been forked like a dragon’s, for it spilled sparkling flames of fire wherever it landed. The ropes rubbed tightly against her wrists and ankles, but she didn’t give a damn. She drank him in whole and writhed sinuously underneath his body, begging for more of the same.
‘Isn’t it hideously embarrassing to be this attracted to your jailor?’ His lips left hers with a soft pop and for a moment she just blinked in surprise. Her body was still pulling against her bonds, trying to get ever closer to her talented antagonist. It was horribly humiliating. That alone made her furious.
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Christina (C.P.) Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.
She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling, surfing and sailing. In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
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Other Works by C.P. Mandara

Pony Tales Series

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Evading Death Series

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Monday, January 26, 2015

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Cover Reveal: Protective Custody #spanking


I'm thrilled to announce that Protective Custody, a book that's been a little while in the making, is ready! Blurb finalized, cover perfected, available for sale here! ready for release tomorrow, Tuesday the 27th of January! I'll leave you with the blurb today and share a sexy little piece tomorrow...Enjoy!

When Skye Madden is caught trespassing at an exclusive ski resort while trying to support herself as a tabloid photographer, she is stunned to discover that her childhood crush, Aidan Hastings, is the head of security. More shocking still, Aidan tells her in no uncertain terms that if she is found snooping around the resort again, he’ll take her over his knee and give her a spanking she’ll never forget.

When her boss sends her back to the same resort a year later on another assignment, Skye can’t help but remember Aidan’s warning, but a spanking quickly becomes the least of her worries after she gets lost on the mountain. While trying to find her way back, things go from bad to worse when she witnesses a cold-blooded murder, and she is left with no choice but to confess everything to Aidan. Worst of all, it appears that the murder is connected to the Russian mob.

Aidan decides he’s taking no chances with his best friend’s little sister, a girl he’s never been able to forget. As a former special agent, he is more than ready to do whatever is needed to keep her safe, even if that means taking her into hiding in an isolated cabin, whether she likes it or not. But Skye Madden has grown even more stubborn and headstrong than he remembered, and he soon realizes it will take quite a bit more than just a bare-bottom spanking to bring her in line.

Even with her world collapsing around her, Skye wonders how she can let this man—someone who has a place called a “punishment room” in his house, on top of everything else—start to claim her heart again. Can she learn to trust her firm protector, or will she take matters into her own hands and put her life in even greater danger?


Publisher’s Note: Protective Custody is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

** I have shared a couple of excerpts from the book over the last month. If you'd like to read them, here are the links. Note, they were unedited at that point. Excerpt 1 and excerpt 2.

Friday, September 19, 2014

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Taking her Virginity #satspanks

Welcome back to the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop. Today I wanted to share another snippet from Given to the Savage. I was going to do an intro but the title kind of says it all, right? We'll just get to it then...

 *some of the text has been modified to fit within the satspanks guidelines
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 “Get up and bend over the bed,” Silas said.

She glanced at the paddle but he must have noticed because he tossed it onto the bed beside her. That was when she realized what he intended to do: it was time. 

The first time he took her would hurt, everyone had warned her about the first time, and given the size of him, she imagined it would be more than a little painful, but she had no choice. She stood and bent over the foot of the bed, laying her torso over it, trying to make herself look as unappealing as possible.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

She did and when she felt him come closer, she tensed, hugging her arms beneath her chest, her hands fisting without conscious thought in anticipation. The head of his cock just touched her buttock, the skin of it softer than that of his fingers, which pulled her bottom cheeks apart.


“It’s my first time,” she whispered into the bed, tears already forming in her eyes as she hoped for the slightest mercy, but expected none.
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In the aftermath of a plague which brought civilization to its knees and left most of the world’s female population sterile, breeders—the few women who remain fertile—have become a precious commodity. Breeders live in relative comfort, but upon reaching adulthood they are tasked with bearing one child after another to carry on the species. Frequent medical assessments keep the breeders healthy and harsh punishments keep them in line.

As a breeder who has just come of age, Rowan knows she will soon be little more than a slave, but when she dares to resist her fate the penalty is severe. After a shameful, public chastisement and a thorough, humiliating examination to determine her suitability for child-bearing, Rowan is given to a savage from outside the community—a huge brute of a man named Silas—to be bred.

Against all expectations, Rowan finds herself drawn to her new captor. Brave, ruggedly handsome, and even kind at times, Silas is everything the men who enslaved her were not. When the time comes for him to breed her, despite the circumstances something deep inside her begs for him to take her long and hard. But while she soon finds herself longing to be his forever, Rowan knows that eventually those who gave her to him will try to take her back. When that day comes will Silas fight to keep her at his side even if it means risking everything he loves?

Publisher’s Note: Given to the Savage is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book

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