Watch This Space–Kiss Me, Keep Me by Siren Allen

Strong Athletic Man Fitness Model Torso Showing Big MusclesSteamy sci-fi romance author Siren Allen has a new book out called Kiss Me, Keep Me, and it looks AMAZING!  The tagline is Men go hard.  Machines go harder.  And I’m all, Really?  Do tell!

What’s it all about?  Here’s the description.

Mechanical men may not have real hearts, but they also can’t break yours. The only thing you have to worry about them breaking is your headboard. But who needs a headboard anyway?
-Hudson Innovations – Making your life better, one machine at a time.

She’s not looking for love. She’s looking for lust.
The headboard breaking kind of lust.
Gemini Prescott has been burned by love too many times. There’s no way she’s going back down that road again. When she learns of mechanical men, she believes she’s found the perfect antidote to her problems. Mechanical men can’t break your heart. Mechanical men can’t cheat on you with your best friend. A mechanical man is exactly what she needs.

But something seems to be wrong with her personal robot. He doesn’t follow orders like he’s supposed to. Instead, he has demands of his own. Demands that leave her begging for more. She would return him to the manufacturer, but there’s this thing he does with his tongue that makes him a keeper.

He’s not looking for love or lust.

He’s looking for a way off this planet.

Zain only has one goal: to return to his home-world. Though most of his brethren are enjoying their new life on Earth, Zain has no desire to follow their lead. He doesn’t want to be a pleasure-robot, a slave to whoever purchases him. He plans to leave Earth behind and he’ll destroy anyone who stands in his way.

Then he meets Gemini.
And everything changes.

Do you just love the premise?  How about a naughty little teaser?

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Gem eased her toy into the water, bringing it closer to her body. Once the vibrating toy reached her clit, she trembled. This was something her cyborg should be doing to her. He should be there with her, making her shiver.

Yet, here she was, doing it to herself, like always. She closed her eyes and thought about him. Using her imagination, she pictured him naked. He probably had a six-pack of hard abs.

She wished she could lick those abs while she moved lower, trailing her tongue down his skin. His cock was probably long and hard. She would slide her tongue over the tip a few times before allowing him to push into her mouth.

Gem moaned as she pictured her tongue sliding over the head of his cock. His skin would feel warm, like a real man. But, he wouldn’t come quickly like most men did. He was programmed to last long. That was what the brochure said.

She could suck on him until her jaws got tired if she wanted to. Then they would switch positions and he would put his mouth on her. Her desire rose. Gem turned her toy up to its highest level.

She licked her lips as her hips jerked. She needed an orgasm so badly. It wasn’t going to take her long to wring one from herself. She bit into her lower lip as she pushed the dildo in and out of her, imagining it was Mr. Brown Eyes doing it to her.

“What are you doing?”

She wanted him so bad, she was starting to hear his voice.

“Gemini, are you… pleasuring yourself?”

Hell yeah… wait. She opened her eyes and stared up into the glare of her mechanical man. Shit. She pulled the dildo out of her body and sat it on the side of the tub. Moving faster than lightening, he grabbed it and brought it closer to his face.

“Hey, put that down.” She stretched her arm out, reaching for it.

He glared at her before returning his gaze to the toy. She sank lower into the water to shield herself from his view. Not because she was shy about her body. But because she was embarrassed at being caught touching herself.

She hadn’t even heard him come in. He turned the toy from left to right, as if he’d never seen one. Duh. He wasn’t human. He probably had no idea what he was holding. She grew even more embarrassed when he stared down at his boxers.

His boxers. Her eyes travelled over his form. All he was clad in was a pair of white boxers. White boxers that were tented in the front. He was hard. OMG. Her eyes widened as he lifted the waistband of his boxers and peered inside then back up at the dildo.

He released the band and the material snapped shut. It was impossible for her to blush more than she already was. If he hadn’t known what the toy was before, he did now. His angry words proved that.

“Why were you using this?” he glared at her.

What to say? Because you weren’t here. Because I thought you wasn’t coming back. Because I’m horny as hell and you didn’t seem like you wanted to help out with that.

“Gemini?”

Even though he sounded displeased, she was still mesmerized by the sound of him saying her name. His voice was so deep, so dark. She could already imagine the guttural sounds he would make when he was coming.

“Gemini, answer me.”

She cleared her throat. “What was the question again?”

“Why were you using this?”

“Because, well, see… shit. I was horny. There, I said it. Happy now?”

“Happy? No, I’m not happy.” He moved closer to the tub. “I was gone briefly and I returned to find you pleasuring yourself with an inanimate object.”

“Don’t growl at me like that. And you were not gone briefly. You were gone almost twenty minutes.”

“I had… something came up with one of my brethren. But that’s not the point. How did you go from wanting to talk, to being aroused?”

“Seriously? You’re the pleasure robot. You should know how all of this works.”

He frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh my gosh.” Gemini rolled her eyes. “You’re supposed to be pleasuring me. That’s your job. Since you don’t seem to want to do your job, I’ve decided to take care of it myself.”

He stared at the dildo again. “And you were doing it with this puny thing?”

“Hey, that is Mr. Magic 3000. He isn’t puny.”

“My appendage is larger than this,” he stared at her.

Oh really? Gem swallowed. “You’re bigger than that?” She nodded toward the toy.

“Much.”

“Prove it.”

He frowned. “You don’t believe me?”

“I want to see for myself.” Oh my, he’s standing up.

He pulled his boxers down and what sprang forth was definitely bigger than Mr. Magic 3000. He was more like Mr. Magic 6000. He pulled his boxers back up and knelt down next to the tub again.

“I told you.”

Gem nodded. “Uh, yeah, you did.”

Now, I know what you’re thinking…  Where can I get my hands on a copy of Kiss Me, Keep Me?

For the month of February, Kiss Me, Keep Me is only 0.99.

It’s also FREE with Kindle Unlimited.

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Watch This Space–Spotlight on Jolie Mason

cry-havocOkay you guys.  Not long ago, I featured Jolie Mason’s latest book, Cry Havoc.  But I hadn’t actually finished reading it at the time of the post.  Now that I have, it deserves another spotlight, because it’s just that good!

Here’s my review from Amazon:

As a huge fan of Jolie Mason, I was super excited when I found out that she has a new series. In Cry Havoc, Aiden Simeon is a very young man with a load of responsibilities, not the least of which is the care of his ad hoc family, three orphaned kids for whom he strives to provide. He’s working as a tech with the Lancers, a fact which pleases me to no end–I loved Mason’s 47th Lancers series, and I’m thrilled that she’s brought back some of those characters.

Cry Havoc is fast-paced sci-fi, but it has heartbreaking moments and a deeply character-driven core. Take it from me, you will want in on the ground floor of Jolie Mason’s new War in the Stars series. Can’t wait for the next installment–5 BIG STARS!

Jolie Mason was kind enough to stop by my little blog and answer Pandora’s Dirty Dozen.  So get to know this talented sci-fi romance author.  Who knew she’s into menage books, just like me?  (*cough*  Paging Nia Farrell.  *cough*)

1. Describe your books and your writing style.

 Scifi romance and young adult scifi

2. Talk about your process. Where do you write? When do you write? Are you linear or do you write scenes and put them together later? Who are your muses and where do you get your best ideas?

 My muses in my genre ( there are many others) are Anna Hackett and Cynthia Sax. Also, AR Declerck, oh, how I love her prose. No one writes prose the way she can. I am most inspired by reading and music.

3. Tell us about your latest release.

 Cry Havoc. The first in a series of straight up scifi aimed at younger adults. It’s about so many things; family, loyalty, robots gone horribly awry.

4. What is your current project?

 I am currently plugging away at the second in my Brother Assassins series, Brother’s Keeper.

5. Now about you… Very generally speaking, where do you call home?

 Southeast Missouri, right on the river. RIGHT on the river.

6. As a reader… What genre do you most often read? What is your all-time favorite book, and why?

 Mostly I read future and past. lol. I devour SFR like it’s going out of style, but I also pick up the occasional Paranormal romance and Historicals. Jane Eyre is my go to. I’ve read it probably thirty times in my life, and have multiple highlighted copies around here somewhere.

7. What do you like to do when you’re not writing or reading?

 Karaoke keeps me sane, as I struggle with three kids entering the dreaded teen years.

8. We all have guilty pleasures. I enjoy boy bands. There, I said it. What is your guilty pleasure?

Menage books. I have a serious weakness for erotica sometimes, and coffee. Lots of coffee.

9. What superpower would you choose, and why?

 As a scifi writer, this is a more serious question than you might suppose. We contemplate this kind of stuff. I would most love to be able to turn invisible at will. Flying would just get me killed. I do NOT want to read the thoughts of random strangers. OMG. There are too many side effects to almost everything psychic, so I would choose sneaky because it has practical applications.

10. If you could live anywhere, you’d choose…

 Anywhere? I’d build one of those treehouses like you see on PBS. The kind that are like mansions and have wifi. Then, I’d probably build another and end up with some strange artist’s commune because I cannot stop when I love something.

11. I wish _________________ would read my book.

 I don’t know. I get freaked when I know someone’s read it. I wonder endlessly what they thought, so usually I don’t want to know. lol

12. In the airport, you overhear a heated argument between a husband and wife. You:

politely ignore it.
stop what you’re doing and watch with rapt attention.
mention it to airport personnel.

tuck it away for use in a future book.

Now run, don’t walk, to get your copy of Cry Havoc.  Get in on the ground floor of this exciting new series!

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Holy Cow, Don’t Miss This Series!

Having read these three books by the ever sexy Nia Farrell, I’m here to tell you, don’t miss out on the chance to get them all in one set!!!

REPLAY SET 1 – VIKING RAID, TRIPLE PLAY, HONOUR BOUND by Nia Farrell Released December 27, 2016. Buy the set and save! Amazon buy link http://mybook.to/RSet1 Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33655608-replay-set-1 Make Replay your new fantasy vacation destination… VIKING RAID: Gunnar Falk portrays a Viking leader at Replay, a BDSM theme resort where patrons role play […]

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Watch This Space–The Velvet Chair by Christina Mandara

Let me just say that I cannot WAIT to read this book!

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The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called ‘Velvet Lies.’

Blurb

My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.

Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.

I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle… for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.

Excerpt – Jennifer

sexy blond in beige silk dress sitting on the black armchairMy hands were visibly shaking. Flexing my fingers repeatedly, I tried to still the tremors, but they were not to be subdued. It was hardly surprising. Today was the day I walked up the aisle and married… a monster. I was under no illusions that Mark Matthews would forgive me for what had happened, and I could hardly blame him. He’d been manipulated and sexually tortured until he could take no more, and then he’d been neatly cornered. He might have agreed to my father’s demands, but he’d come snapping and biting, feral as a wolf.

I sighed. Today was supposed to be a magical day – every little girl’s fantasy. A gigantic cathedral, a sea of flowers, a big fancy dress, and the man of my dreams. I’d imagined it would be filled with tears of happiness and protestations of love. How stupid was I?

Inhaling a shaky breath, I wondered what Mark would do with me. Having always been the sacrificial lamb in this family, today I was being sent off to the slaughterhouse. When I’d mentioned this to Michael, I’d refused to call him ‘Dad’ a long time ago, he’d laughed and told me to stop being so melodramatic. As if that made me feel any better. Dear old Dad couldn’t care less whether I lived or died, so I didn’t waste my breath trying to plead with him. All I had to do was play my part in this charade and he would be happy. I needed to keep Michael happy at all costs. The trouble was, in order to play my part, Matthews had to trust me, and I had a feeling that trying to coax that emotion out of him was going to be almost as impossible as trying to convince the Queen of England to relinquish her throne. Matthews wasn’t the sort to trust easily, and now that I had lost what little ground I had gained with him, I would be back to square one. Wrong, I thought grimly. I was going to be at least twenty stories below square one, trying to claw my way out with nothing more than my bare fingernails. Facing up to facts, I stifled a sob. The man was going to annihilate me.

Excerpt – Mark

As we pulled out of the Savoy’s car park, Jennifer was a mess. I had little sympathy for her. Each heartbeat that tore through my chest was full of fire, which spat sparks and burned like acid. I was sitting next to a traitor. My body throbbed with emotion, and not the good kind.

I had to admit the dress she’d changed into, just a tiny part of the massive trousseau that was now being shipped to my estate, was rather distracting. It was designed in a glistening oyster silk that caught the light every time she moved. It was seductive enough without the two splits that ran up the side of her thighs, and when she’d seated herself in my car, revealing a vast expanse of soft creamy flesh, my blood pressure had taken a direct hit.

My temper was already simmering in a large saucepan full of resentment, but that turned up the heat considerably. I did not want to be attracted to Redcliff’s daughter. I wanted to abhor her with all that was holy. Desire would weaken my anger, and that must not be allowed to happen. I needed to have a stern talk with my overactive libido and let it know who was boss around these parts.

Little did Miss Redcliff know, but she wouldn’t be requiring clothes for the duration of her stay. I would thoughtfully be providing her with all sorts of novel uniforms, and when she began to bore me, she could just go around naked. I’d decided to train her up to be a sex slave extraordinaire, and it was going to be an exacting and rigorous process. She’d be allowed six hours of sleep a day, and the rest of her hours would be accounted for. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, servicing me, pleasing me, attending to her own personal fitness regime, and some more ‘standard’ training sessions.

Failure to comply with her new routine would produce punishments the likes of which she had never experienced. After her first misdemeanour had been dealt with, I didn’t think there would be many more. I was in bastard-mode, and the girl was going to know about it. She had just become my property and I would deal with her however I saw fit. The mark of my ownership would be indelibly printed on her soul by the time I’d finished with her. The damn woman was going to fear the sound of my footsteps, her body would shrink away from me every time I approached her and she would learn to obey my every whisper or suffer the consequences.

My lawyer had already drawn up two sets of papers, one for an annulment and the others pertained to our divorce. It would probably take all the fun out of the arrangement if Jennifer opted for an annulment, so I didn’t intend to scare her witless in the first few days, but I fully expected the divorce papers to be completed inside of a week. I just needed to push the woman to her absolute limit, and then smash her body into the next dimension. If there was one thing I was good at, it was psychological and physical torture. Okay, so that might be two things. In any case, I’d get those papers signed, sealed, and delivered back to Michael Redcliff before the week was out. Piece of cake.

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A little bit about C.P. Mandara:

aa112.jpgChristina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.

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.

She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

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How are you celebrating Valentine’s Day?

I’m hoping to go to a quiet romantic dinner with my Love at one of our favorite local places.  He knows I hate red roses, so I imagine he’ll come up with a nice bouquet of flowers in my favorite colors, maybe peach roses or periwinkle hydrangea or pink peonies.  I still haven’t seen Fifty Shades Darker yet, and my Love has promised to take me.

I don’t know about you, but Valentine’s Day always puts me in the mood for a steamy romance.  LOST & BOUND, my latest novel, is out now.  Just the thing for such a romantic day.

Here’s a naughty little tease…

Back in the island cabin, Shasta made another pot of macaroni and cheese, vowing to be more diligent in finding a healthier dinner the next night.  After she’d cleaned up her mess, she wandered outside.  The sun was just sinking behind the hills to the west, casting an orange glow on the lake.  Across the water, she could see lights on in the cabin farthest from the lodge.  That had to be his.  Blake’s.

She sighed deeply, remembering the way he’d kissed her.  The heat had melted her to her core.  Then she’d said something stupid about being up for more.  She winced and shook her head.  I don’t know why I have to be such a dumbass.

Still, he had kissed her.  That had to mean that he was attracted to her.  Right?  She remembered the electricity she’d felt when he’d reached over her to help with her seat belt.  And when he’d helped her fishing.  Being close to Blake was intoxicating.

Shasta closed her eyes, remembering the feel of his chest beneath her palms as she’d leaned up into his kiss.  She could feel the heat again, that tingle of need at her core.  Casting one last glance at Blake’s cabin, she returned inside and headed straight for the bedroom.

There, she dug into the bottom of her suitcase and removed a pale pink satin pouch.  Self-consciously, she returned to the sitting area and doused the overhead lights.  In the bedroom, the only light was from a battery-operated lantern beside the bed.  Quickly, she stripped off her clothes and slipped into bed.  From the satin pouch, she withdrew a large rabbit-style vibrator made of clear pink vinyl.  She set aside the dildo, for the moment stroking her body lightly with her fingertips.

In her mind, she saw Blake, imagining that it was his hands on her.  As her arousal grew, she concentrated on her breasts, cupping them, pinching her nipples, pulling them erect.  She felt the dampness between her thighs as, in her imagination, Blake moved there, stroking and circling her clit.

Shasta clicked the on-switch and the dildo began to vibrate, slowly at first, but more rapidly with just another couple of clicks.  She positioned the object at her entrance, gasping as the buzzing elevated her arousal.  Moving the dildo into her core, she instead pictured Blake holding himself over her, sliding his rock hard cock into her.

With another click, rows of steel beads began to circle inside the vinyl cock, stimulating her walls, and she felt her moment growing.  “Oh, Blake,” she murmured, eyes closed tightly as she imagined him pushing her toward her pleasure.  She began to pant and gasp as her orgasm overtook her, pussy clenching down on the pink dildo, and her erotic pleasure caused her entire body to shudder in release.

She clicked off the vibrator as her shudders began to subside, and she gently slid the device from her body, placing it on a towel on the nightstand.  I’ll clean it tomorrow, she thought as sleep claimed her.

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Watch This Space–The Arrangement by Jenna Fox

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Book Title: The Arrangement (Pleasing the Manwhore, #1)
Author: Jenna Fox
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: January 12, 2017
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

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book blurb

This is Book 1 of 2 in the “Pleasing the Manwhore” duology.

**NOTE TO READERS: For audiences who enjoy the Fifty Shades/alpha billionaire fantasy. This is a M/f romance contains an age difference—a younger woman involved with a much OLDER, JEALOUS and CONTROLLING man. If you find elements of stalking, spankings, and submission/domination themes unappealing, then you will need to move on.

I wasn’t supposed to need him…

But I did.

I wasn’t supposed to crave the smell of his skin and require the very air he breathed…

But somehow I found I couldn’t breathe without him.

I was only supposed to provide physical pleasure and shove my emotions to the side, not allowing love a place into the equation.

He wasn’t supposed to own me. Heart, mind, body and soul. My God, I was such a fool to think I could go along with this arrangement and not involve my heart.

Synopsis:

Taffi Watkins only wanted to escape an abusive home when she fled a small Texas town. She had dreams of starting a new life. A better life.

Those big city lights seemed to shine so brightly when she stepped off that bus, but soon she discovered the pursuing of her dream had also been the worst mistake of her life.

And then came Sullivan Cooper.

In the blink of an eye he made all of her troubles disappear. He accepted her and brought her into his world of fast cars and fancy clothes. Immersed in Mr. Cooper’s universe of unbridled passion, Taffeta forgot he was twenty-five years older than her as he introduced her to his brand of pleasure and pain.

Taffi only thought she knew pain, until Sullivan Cooper taught her better.

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I sat in the music room, thinking of her and staring at the black piano glittering under the light of the chandelier. The depleted bottle of cognac resting beside my foot was a casualty of the war I’d fought to lose myself in an alcohol haze. From the sound system, a sonata seemed to mourn with me until the emptiness raged like a caged lion, testing the bars of my prison.

My God, she said she loved me…

And I could say nothing as the pain in her eyes tore me to pieces.

Dammit, the cognac wasn’t doing its job. It wasn’t pushing away the ache. The void I’d felt when her taxi drove away only seemed worse. Then her words ate at my heart like hot acid.

I…I’m in love with you.

I’d rejected her feelings. I knew Taffi wasn’t completely happy here, but I didn’t think she’d leave. Why didn’t I realize the money and the car wouldn’t be enough to make her stay? She wasn’t like the others. Privileged and self-centered. I’d known charmers, women who could intimidate the hell out of the President, but none of them had known pain or trepidation. Taffi’s life had been filled with rejection and fear, yet somehow she’d reached inside and connected with my fears.

This whole situation had blindsided me. I was unprepared, terrified to hear she’d fallen in love with me. After Alexandria, I swore I’d never get close to another woman, but the young thing who’d just walked out the door hours before had a power over me. She’d made me feel more alive than I had in years. And now that she was gone, the need for the spark she’d put back into my life burned hotter. She’d melted away the ice that had become a part of my DNA, and dammit to hell, she’d made me care.

I tried to divert my thoughts from her, but the loneliness kept pummeling me. Without the ice around my heart, the pain sliced right through my chest, piercing my soul. I needed to feel her warmth, her soft skin beneath my hands. Hear her tiny moans as she came. Kiss her so hard it hurt…

But she wasn’t coming back.

It was late, but I couldn’t turn in and get a good night’s rest. I was desperate to feel something good, something sexual. I went to the liquor cabinet, reflecting on what to do when I thought of one willing party who would take off the edge. The young college aged woman from the club had left the option open to call on her if I was looking for an adventure. She was an introvert who loved living out her fantasies in private. I’d been with her before; she understood my rules and her social status as a senator’s daughter demanded rigid confidentiality.

When I called her, she was agreeable, even excited, and, when she arrived at my door I was graced with a big smile. For a moment my heart ceased to beat. The smile was the look of wholesome innocence. The green tint in her eyes was familiar, and her hair was the right shade of blonde.

She reminded me of Taffi.

I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

Then hold and kiss her…

Because I needed and wanted. A substitute was better than nothing.

I’d told her what to wear and she’d come the way I requested. A white button-up shirt and black pencil skirt. Holding a basket with a bottle of wine and two glasses, she winked. “I remembered your favorite.”

I ushered her into the music room and filled our glasses. We sat for a spell, and when our short conversation drifted into an agreeable silence, I held out my hand prompting her to stand.

The last time I was with her, another party was involved, but she remembered how I liked to do things. Smirking, she strutted around the piano, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. Cocking a hip, she leaned against the instrument, raising her skirt to reveal a tempting amount of thigh. “I’ll do anything you want, Mr. Cooper.”

What I wanted had returned to Arlenbach, and if this young lady knew she was only a substitute, she wouldn’t have cared. We were consenting adults. She was benefitting from this encounter as much as me—acting out her fantasies. And I was looking for a determent from the misery that had become me.

The slight bend to her lips broadened into a smile as I moved toward her. I reached around her head, grabbing a handful of hair. Holding my lips just inches from hers, she moaned, “Kiss me.”

Fulfilling her request, I went to press my lips to hers, but the green glint I caught in her eyes again caused me to come to a breathless stop.

Taffi.

At that moment, my need grew into something stronger than I could control or wanted to control. Continuing the seduction, I pressed her harder against the piano, her lips burning on mine. Her encouragement to deepen the kiss elicited the image of Taffi and I together in my bed. I held the fantasy in my mind until my whole body burned. My cock lengthened, hardening as I reached around her back, pulling her into me. The face of the woman I truly wanted held strong in my mind as my hands slid beneath the hem of the substitute’s skirt.

Having followed my instructions of wearing a garter without panties, she opened her legs granting me access. Taffi, I thought, visualizing that beautiful face again, imagining her slim arms around me as I darted my tongue in the substitute’s mouth, tasting the wine. Tasting the bitterness of regret.

I’d sent her running.

She wasn’t coming back.

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meet the author

Jenna Fox is a multi-published, bestselling author residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a dominating alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.

Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Fox is a listener of 80’s rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.

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The Perfect Date with Shasta Pyke from Lost & Bound by Pandora Spocks #BDSM #NewRelease

The lovely and talented Siren Allen invited Shasta Pyke, from LOST & BOUND, to visit her blog and talk about her idea of the perfect date. I have to share…

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Valentine’s Day is almost here. All weekend I’ll be talking to some of your favorite characters, asking them to reveal their idea of the perfect date. Some of their answers may surprise you. First up, Shasta Pyke, from the new steamy romance by Pandora Spocks, Lost & Bound. (I’m currently reading this and loving it!)

Take it away Shasta.

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By Shasta Pyke
Leading Lady of Lost & Bound

When someone asks me about the perfect date night, I have to laugh. Because six months ago, my answer would have been completely different.
Back in LA, my perfect date night would have involved dressing up in new designer club wear, and being picked up by a hot celebrity driving a high-powered luxury import. Paparazzi would follow us to the hottest restaurant of the moment, and we’d try to ignore them as we ate an expensive dinner.
After…

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That Crazy Little Thing Called Love + D/s! #ASMSG #Romance #Love

This is the intimacy that comes in a D/s relationship, and it’s unlike anything else. Love this post!

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Have you ever been so connected to someone, you never wanted to leave the bed?

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What is that intangible, exquisite, compelling, magical ‘thing’ called chemistry?

It either exists or doesn’t. No matter how hard we try, it cannot be summoned or created. For centuries poets have penned their poems, composers have written their music, and wordsmiths have authored their books, focusing on the elusive and all-consuming thing called, being in love. Is that chemistry? Whatever its name, when it crosses our path it can make us crazy, creating euphoric highs and depressing lows.

I have only felt that overwhelming sense of being engulfed by my heart, when in a relationship with a dominant. Was it his extraordinary dominant talent with which I was in love, or was it the man?

You might say both, but had he not possessed his unique skills, had he not been able to express our connection with his ropes, shackles, and dominant prowess, would…

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Are You A 50 Shades Fan?

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And do you love FREE books?  Then I have great news for you.

As you know, the second Fifty Shades of Grey film, Fifty Shades Darker, comes out soon.  And in honour of this momentous occasion, I have the privilege of joining a group of the best erotic romance writers in the business to offer you some of our most popular books for FREE!

LOST & BOUND, the second book in my Dream Dominant Collection, just came out.  Are you wondering about the first Dream Dominant?  Exclusively in this promotion, you can get LUKE & BELLA for FREE.

But that’s only one of the great steamy reads you can download FREE during this giveaway.  Just use this link http://bit.ly/50ShadesFans to get your hands on this exclusive and limited-time bundle.

Do you know someone else who loves a sexy romance?  Be sure to share the link with them, too.  The more, the merrier!