My Dirty Little Secret

Michelle is only a month away from starting college and embarking on new adventures but when her mother announces plans to travel to Paris on a business trip, Michelle’s life takes a strange twist. She isn’t thrilled to spend a week alone with her step dad, Rick, but decides it might be to her advantage. After all, what does Rick care if she stays out late partying and drinking?

But Rick isn’t going to stand idly by while Michelle indulges in fun and pursues her latest love interest. He knows a firm hand is what Michelle needs and he’s ready to step up to the challenge of taming her.

The world is spinning upside down. Convinced that her mother is having an affair with her boss, she seeks to console Rick’s bruised ego by any means necessary while also discovering an unexpected attraction to her best friend Amy that may threaten the fate of their friendship. By the time her mother returns and Michelle leaves for college, her life will be forever changed.

My Dirty Little Secret is the first installment of the Desperate Heat Series and serves as a standalone coming of age erotic novella. Even better, this new release is yours to download FREE for three days only – May 20th, 21st, and 22nd. Be sure to grab your copy and share the news with your friends on social media!

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AN EXCERPT FROM THE STORY:

Mind if I join you?” He took an empty chaise lounge chair and placed a bottle of beer on the table next to him. He smiled and gave Amy a little wave and much to my annoyance, she giggled and turned pink.

Not at all,” Amy said. I gave her a hard stare, wondering what the hell she was thinking, but she ignored me. Jealousy washed over me as she thrust her amble breasts forward as she re-positioned her body in the chair. Amy was curvy in all the right places and never seemed to struggle for attention from guys. She could have anyone. Why would she flirt with my step dad right in front of me?

Despite this, I felt the heat of Rick’s gaze travel the length of my bikini-clad body. Was he thinking about the way he’d spanked and touched me last night? My body warmed as the memory ignited and I tried to push it to the far corners.

This was only Rick, my mother’s husband. He shouldn’t even be a blip on my radar.

I need a drink,” I said, “Can I get anyone anything?”

Amy asked for a beer. I opened my mouth to protest but Rick agreed that I should grab another for each of us. I snapped my jaw shut in disbelief and sulked off to fetch three beers. So much for the lecture about not drinking underage. I guess those rules no longer applied once you crossed taboo lines with your step daughter.

When I returned, I found Rick leaning forward to whisper something in Amy’s ear as she giggled and blushed again. I rolled my eyes. She jumped a little when she noticed me standing there. I hoped it was because she was ashamed of her obvious tactics to get my step dad in bed. I handed them each a beer and took a long drag from my own wishing I had something a lot stronger to help take the edge of what was turning into a very uncomfortable afternoon.

I suggested Amy and I go elsewhere but no matter what I suggested, she wasn’t taking the bait and I was sure by the third round of beers that Rick figured out I’d confessed everything to her. She was terrible at hiding her interest. I watched from the corner of my eye as her fingertips trailed down his abs. He must have taken off his shirt during my last run to grab drinks. She lingered a little too long at the waistband of his swim trunks and he coughed and turned away, pretending a need to stretch but I was sure he was only blocking her advances. I thanked my lucky stars for that.

Rick and I shared a long stare and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his mind. I glanced at my watch. I’d have made excuses to leave them to it ages ago, but I was too afraid Amy would sleep with him the minute I turned my back. It shouldn’t have bothered me but it did. I could pretend like it was because I wanted to protect my mother but I knew the truth was I didn’t want him to sleep with Amy because I wanted him for myself.

I’m not sure when I’d crossed that line from hating him for taking advantage of me in my vulnerable state to wishing I could screw him but I think it was somewhere between the second and third beer. It also might have had a little to do with the phone call I’d gotten from my mother to check up on me when I heard the unmistakable sound of a man in the background when she was supposed to have been alone in her hotel room. Damn it if she wasn’t sleeping with her boss. Why couldn’t I have a little fun too?

Rick was staring at me again. I tried to shrug it off but this time I knew his thoughts were up to no good. He turned to Amy and asked her how long we’d been friends. Pretty much as long as we could remember she told him. We’d done everything together since grade school.

Well, almost everything, it turns out. When Rick asked if we’d ever slept together, I spilled my drink down the front of me. Amy looked at me for a long time before answering and then admitted that it might actually be fun.

Fun,” I repeated in a daze. I had to be dreaming. I pinched myself but didn’t wake up. Rick laughed. I could tell he liked where this conversation was going. I wasn’t the least bit surprised when he suggested Amy kiss me.

Right now?” she said with another giggle. Those giggles were grating on me but I licked my lips without even thinking about doing so. She inched closer, and I braced myself. I shifted to give her enough space to sit on the edge of the lounge chair and I held my breath. I didn’t think she’d dare to kiss me, not even for the sake of giving Rick a good show but apparently, there were no limits to how far she’d go to prove she’d be up for anything.

Maybe I should have stopped it right there but curiosity had the better of me and if Amy was willing to give it a shot then what did I have to lose? Her soft lips brushed mine, lingering on the surface as a tingling moved through my body. When she pulled back, I glanced over at Rick who was watching us with great interest. Was this better than his porn I wondered?

Two young girls going off to college,” he said, “You’ve got a whole world opening up to you.”

Who says I’m not already familiar with the world?” Amy said.

I regarded her skeptically. I couldn’t imagine she’d have been with another girl and never mentioned it. She was in new terrain here just as I was and my head was still spinning from that kiss.
Rick raised his eyebrows and shifted in his seat. Apparently he liked the idea of that and it was enough to spur Amy into action. She bent down and kissed me again, this time parting her lips and teasing my lips with her tongue. Her breasts brushed against mine. It felt strange to be doing this with her, as if the girl I thought I knew better than myself, I never knew at all. It was turning me on, but I wasn’t sure if that was because I liked kissing Amy or I liked that Rick was enjoying it. I let my mouth open to taste her, breathing in her scent as her hand glided up my bare arm to rest on my shoulder and the back of my neck.

It was getting hotter. I squinted into the sun trying to gauge how she felt about being so close to me but I couldn’t read her expression. She was avoiding eye contact with me. She angled her body toward Rick and played with her own breasts, circling the hard nipples straining against her thin top. I reached out and touched her and felt the warmth in my core when she didn’t pull away.

You two ladies go right on ahead and pay little mind to me,” Rick said in a breathless whisper. He put an arm casually behind his head and crossed a leg over his knee as he leaned back in his chair and took another sip from his beer…

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WIP IT UP Wednesday – February 4th, A Warm Night on the Beach

WIPimage2Happy WIP IT UP Wednesday!

Today we get to share a little glimpse into our current works-in-progress. Thank you, Melody Parks for hosting this fun blog hop. If you’ve happened along this page for the first time and you’re interested in joining next week, check out Melody’s page HERE and sign up.  🙂

Did you catch my little car sex teaser last week? Sticking with the same (yet untitled) work-in-progress, I’m going to back it up a notch. Winter is harsh and cold this time of year in my neck of the woods so I’ve been daydreaming a lot about warm summer nights on the beach. Daydreaming often leads to writing.

Big sigh…

What about a warm summer night with a guy who is just too hot to handle?

Now we’re talking…

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How could she be so bold to lure this man out into the darkness? But it wasn’t fear that she felt. Her panties dampened at the mere thought of him having his way with her even though she somehow knew that she could trust him not to put a hand on her unless she’d asked for it.

Begged for it.

Breathless, she started walking toward the door knowing he would follow.

“It’s a beautiful evening,” he said, “Would you like to go for a walk?”

“That would be nice,” she said still trying to catch her breath and clean her thoughts.

He put out his hand for her as she started walking, for which she was grateful because the drinks had definitely taken effect, leaving her to sway a little as she moved. She leaned against his arm lightly as he lead her. Probably this evening would end with Mike dropping her off at a hotel, making sure she was safe as she checked in, and then telling her how nice it was to meet her and oh yeah, good luck with the boyfriend. See you later, alligator. All the same, it gave Abigail a little thrill to imagine luring him into her room, to think that within the next hour, she and Mike would be tangled in the sheets engaged in some sort of sordid affair, just another notch in his belt. She’d never done such a crazy and reckless thing before. What would it be like, she wondered.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked interrupting her thoughts just as she was imaging opening his jeans. She cleared her throat and giggled nervously.

“Nothing really. Just enjoying the night.”

They walked in silence toward the beach. Wherever Mike was leading her, she realized that they were almost completely alone. It obviously wasn’t an area that was a magnet to tourists. The full moon shone brightly down over them giving the world a pale, blue glow. It was always so strange to her how in darkness, every small sound seemed amplified including the rush of waves washing over the sand. She was very much in tune with his gentle exhale when Mike stopped along the water’s edge just to the point that water licked his toes. Abigail did the same, kicking of her shoes so that she could feel the sand. They made small talk about the town, about the beach, about how many years Abigail had come here and never found anything so simple and yet so amazing. Was it because this place itself was magical or was it something about the company that she shared? She knew one thing for certain, Kent never made her body feel so alive just by standing next to her.

Mike pulled Abigail close, locking his arms around her waist. She didn’t resist as he lowered his head to press his mouth against hers. She closed her eyes and shut out the world around her, aware only of the joining of their lips and the aching need to feel so much more.

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling away abruptly, “I shouldn’t have done that.”

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Maybe he shouldn’t have? But I think he should do a lot more. Don’t you? 😉

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Wednesday Work In Progress – Car Sex Anyone?

Sexy glamour girl sitting in a carHappy Hump Day!

Although I would have liked to participate in the WIP Wednesday blog hop, that site will no longer accept my wordpress blog address … so, that’s okay. Going it alone this week but still sharing a little teaser from my current work-in-progress anyway.

Abigail has just found out that her boyfriend is cheating on her. Not sure where to go or what to do with herself, she ends up in a bar and meets Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome. While she’s never been the type to go for a one night stand, current circumstances have her thinking outside the box … and outside the bed.

I hope you enjoy this little teaser and if so, keep your eyes posted on this site because it will be released as my newest ebook at the beginning of February. Buckle up and enjoy the ride…

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He hesitated at the steering wheel, almost as if he was having second thoughts about taking her home. She slid over the seat and took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her so that they were nose to nose. She kissed him, tasting and testing him, parting her lips and inviting him to play.

“Damn, Abigail,” he said.

“Take me home, Mike, and do what you want with me. Remember, I’m that girl looking for a hot guy to make me forget all my troubles.”

His hands moved along her back and slipped under her tank top, teasing the soft skin underneath.

“What do you want me to do with you?” he asked. His strong hand cupped her breast and gently teased her nipple as she pushed back against him.

“Anything you want.”

His raised eyebrows made her quiver slightly inside. What would he want to do given the option to do anything at all, she wondered. Her hand moved down his chest and rested at his groin where she stroked his length through his jeans until he moaned and moved her hand away.

“I’m going to have you right here in the truck if you don’t stop that.”

“Is that what you want?” she whispered in his ear.

She reclaimed the passenger seat but not for the reasons he thought. His eyes never left the movement of her fingers as she unsnapped her shorts and pushed them slowly, seductively over her hips and down to the floor. Left in only her panties, she rubbed herself lightly through the thin fabric, feeling the soaking wetness coat her fingers. She wondered if he could see how wet she was? Could he smell her arousal as it permeated the air around them? Just the thought of him inhaling her turned her on even more.

“Oh shit,” he said finally giving in and pressing her head back into the head rest as he claimed her mouth with his. The gentleness of his touch was gone, replaced by the demanding need that overpowered. His hand went down to his jeans, freeing himself quickly as he turned her body in the seat so that he could spread her legs wide.

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WIP Wednesday – January 14th

WIPimage2Welcome to WIP Wednesday hosted by Melody! It’s been a while since I had the pleasure of participating with this great group of authors but a new year brings new adventures and here I am…

For those who aren’t familiar with WIP Wednesday, this is our opportunity to share a little teaser from a current work-in-progress. The stories are likely to change as they make their way down the writing path through revisions and edits, but it’s fun to share a little sneak peek into the creative process along the way.

My writing slowed down a lot at the end of 2014 while other activities took precedence but I’m happy to say that I’ve been back at the keyboard and I have a couple of new ideas that I’m working through. It may seem strange that although the holidays have passed, I’m still plugging away at a Christmas story but well, I am. Better late than never, right? Although the story takes place around the festive season, it is as much a glimpse into an erotic encounter between two lonely people as anything else. I hope you enjoy my short snippet and please feel free to share your thoughts.

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Inadvertently, my attention returned to the amber haired woman sitting diagonal to me. She had her eyes closed and I wondered what images played in her mind as she rested? I glanced down to her chest, bundled away in a thick winter coat and marveled in the way I could see her chest rise and fall with steady breaths. I imagined her breasts, full and heavy in my palms, nipples pert and light brown to match her hair. Did she taste as good as she smelled? I shifted uncomfortable, fully aware of my thickening cock. I pretended to read a news article as I reclaimed my breathing and returned to normal.

My phone vibrated again. Avoiding my family this Christmas had only made things worse. I had lied and send I would be spending Christmas with Emily’s family and now everyone assumed that meant I had finally bought the ring. The truth was, Emily and I had been more off than on in our three year relationship and while everyone seemed to believe we were an ideal couple, I didn’t see it. She wanted to see me tonight according to the message on my phone. Agitated, I typed an angry response. After our last fight, I hadn’t expected to hear from her again at all but before I hit send, I softened. I backspaced through my harsh words, canceling them out completely and put my phone away. I would come up with a better response later.

The truth was I didn’t hate Emily, I hated myself. She was everything I was supposed to want in my life right now and the only reason we weren’t married with a kid already was the fact that I was too stubborn to accept that she was exactly where I should be in life. Maybe my family was right, I thought with a sigh. I glanced back at the auburn haired girl and much to my surprise, she was staring right at me. I even looked around, startled, to see who else might have captured her attention but most of the other passengers around me had already gotten off the train. She smiled and my heart warmed. It was a sign, I decided, and in a last minute effort to salvage whatever I could of my failing relationship, I took the next stop and made a detour to the mall before work that morning.

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Friday Fiesta Feature – Teresa Noelle Roberts

teresaWelcome to the Friday Fiesta! It has been a while since I have had the pleasure of hosting an author on my blog but when the opportunity came up to host Teresa Noelle Roberts, I couldn’t say no. Her new book, Witches’ Waves, is one that I personally pre-ordered and greatly look forward to reading. (Maybe this weekend!) I hope you will enjoy learning a little more about this very talented author.

About Teresa:

Teresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories in kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica, she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer—but hot paranormals and BDSM-spiced contemporaries are her favorites. At least they were until she discovered that SF romance offers new possibilities for wild sex, imaginative adventure and love beyond boundaries, so she’s added that sub-genre to her repertoire. Oh, and she’s also half of the writing team known as Sophie Mouette, writing mostly light-hearted spicy romances (with occasional forays into erotica).

Teresa is a crunchy granola girl who enjoys belly dance, yoga, medieval re-creation, playing in the ocean, cooking, and growing more vegetables than she and her husband can possibly eat. She’d enjoy sleeping, too. She thinks. But it takes so much time!

She shares her home in southern Massachusetts with her husband, a Leo in law enforcement, and two overstuffed cats. She and her husband often plan vacations around food, history, and/or proximity to water.

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The Interview:

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

I started dictating little stories and poems to my mom when I was still working on the whole holding-a-pencil thing. I started submitting for publication when I was about eight and asked for a subscription to Writers’ Digest for my twelfth birthday. So…pretty much forever.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

I’m most productive when my husband is in the room with me, gaming on his laptop. The room of one’s own thing doesn’t work for me.

Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

I prefer sunsets because if I’m up to see sunrise, it’s too darn early! That said, I’ve deliberately gone to the beach to see sunrise while on vacation and it’s lovely in its own right. But sunsets seem more vibrant and brightly hued. This may be because I’m actually awake for sunset.

Name one actor/actress you would love to get naughty with?

If I have to limit it to only one—I’m a greedy creature and my fantasy list is long—I’ll go with Tom Hiddleston (aka Loki). Those cheekbones. Those intelligent, wicked eyes. That body. That yummy voice. The conviction with which he can tell an entire plazaful of people to kneel… and they do it. (OK, I know they all kneeled because it was in the script, but I’d be on my knees in an instant. Wouldn’t you?) Besides, I have to mention him here because he’s one of my visual inspirations for Kyle.

If you’re curious, Deck looks like a surfer-dude Chris Hemsworth, who is also on my fantasy boyfriend list, and Meaghan’s a more fragile version of a young Nicole Kidman. I don’t actively lust after Nicole, but I respect her talent and appreciate her beauty on an artistic level… so if in some crazy alternate universe she wanted to play with me, I’d be tempted.

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You know, I never thought of Tom Hiddleston that way but now that you mention it… yum! 😉

Now I’m even more eager to jump into Witches’ Waves, and I bet if you’re reading this, you are ready to learn more about the book, too. Good! Because Teresa is happy to share…

teresa noelle roberts witches wavesThe Blurb:

Witches’ Waves (Duals and Donovans: The Different 4)

The ocean is on their side. But the fight is on land—and it’s about to get dirty.
Duals and Donovans: The Different, Book 4
Long held captive as the Agency’s secret weapon—a blind witch with visions—Meaghan has come to a line she refuses to cross. Rather than betray the infant “child of five bloods” to the Agency’s scientists, she chooses death. Except when she throws herself into the ocean, she doesn’t die. Her repressed water magic comes to life.
When the sodden, delirious witch drifts into Kyle’s arms, his otter dual instincts tell him to get her to the Donovans as fast as possible. Even though one particular surfer-dude Donovan broke his heart.
Declan Donovan continually kicks himself for pushing Kyle away, but his touchy combination of water, earth and lightning magic is too volatile, and Kyle wanted more than Deck was ready to give.
When they come together to help Meaghan control her new magic, it leads the Agency straight to the child of five bloods. They’ll have to dive head-first into total trust—in their magics, in themselves and in each other—to save the child and stop the Agency once and for all.

Warning: Contains an oceanful of sex between an ethereal blind heroine who swears like a pissed-off Marine, an overly serious otter shifter, a would-be beach bum who may be descended from a Norse god, in permutations as fluid as the sea – and themes of abuse and recovery.

The Series Blurb:

Welcome to an America where the non-human Different and magically gifted humans live among ordinary people. Witches are both feared and honored, but shape-shifting duals are treated as second-class citizens. The Agency, a government agency that’s supposed to monitor illegal uses of magic and Different abilities, has developed its own dangerous agenda. But when Duals and witches join forces, the Agency and other bad guys aren’t going to know what hit them.
And neither are the witches and Duals. Witch magic grows from the positive energy of love and sex–and the only thing better than one dual for sex magic is two of them!

Excerpt:

(A first-kiss scenario with a few twists. Meaghan has just announced she’s dying but plans to go out with a bang to save Deck’s niece from the Agency, which is taking an unhealthy interest in the infant witch/shapeshifter hybrid. And of course Deck and Kyle are on-again, off-again lovers. )

In an attempt to hide his agitation, Deck turned Meaghan around in Kyle’s arms and kissed her. Kyle’s arms stayed wrapped around her, supporting her, and he could feel Kyle’s dual heat, Kyle’s desire for him—no, for both of them, just as he’d suspected—despite the difficulty of the moment.
He tried to make it a gentle, reassuring kiss, but once he tasted Meaghan’s sweet lips, the cool, oceanic waves of her power and the warmth of her unexpected desire on his skin, it was damn hard not to take it further.
His magic had its own ideas about Meaghan. Though Deck’s healing abilities were limited, the human body contained so much water he could tell if something was seriously wrong with someone. And Meaghan didn’t feel dangerously ill. Her energy seemed off-kilter, but for all he knew, simply being blind might make her energy different from most people’s because she processed information differently. Meaghan tasted of intense but friendly water magic, something else familiar and strong and a little scary, and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed back, pressing her body against him. Her aura embraced him as hard as her slender arms could not. When he looked at her with witch-sight, she didn’t look fragile at all. Like Elissa, she was petite, but she packed a lot of magic and will into a small body.
Common sense and the sexual decency that every Donovan learned from an early age—a necessity when red magic, and thus the ability to seduce even without meaning to, ran in the family—kicked in. She’d been abused magically and physically; she might have been sexually abused as well. And she’d just told him she was dying. Even if he wasn’t sure the diagnosis was correct, she believed it, and it was rude to turn a gesture of comfort into one of possessiveness and lust. He pulled away, almost apologized, but decided that would be rude in itself since she’d shown every sign of enjoying the kiss. “I hope that was all right,” he said instead, surprised by how hesitant and humble his voice sounded. It wasn’t his usual style, but Meaghan threw him for a loop.
Meaghan didn’t say anything at first, but she looked up at him with huge, unseeing green eyes—it was uncanny the way she met his gaze even though she couldn’t see him, and he was pretty used to uncanny. She was smiling, her oversized aura peaceful and happy.
And heavily streaked with arousal.
Finally she spoke, and when she did, her voice was husky and amused. “All right? That was more than all right. I’m sick, but I’m not dead yet. Even my hair’s all tingly and happy. But you should kiss Kyle too. It’s only fair.”
Deck had a feeling his mouth was hanging open like an idiot.
It gaped even more when Kyle quipped, “Don’t you know about all’s fair in love and war?” He changed position, using his otter’s lithe grace, and closed his mouth over Meaghan’s.
For the first time, Deck fully understood what Kyle meant about otters always being either dominant or submissive, never just having a vanilla good time. Kyle crushed Meaghan to him, one hand gripping the hair at the back of her neck and pulling her face up to meet his, the other grasping her ass. “You’re not going to die,” Kyle whispered fiercely. “I won’t allow it.” And then he kissed Meaghan as if he could breathe his own life energy into her body with the power of his kiss. As if he were practicing his own form of red magic and hoped to heal with it.
Which would be an impressive trick. Duals with magical abilities were so rare they weren’t even a statistical blip, but in that moment, Deck could believe Kyle could do magic by sheer force of will, like a sorcerer, using a dual’s innate stubbornness and gift for imagery rather than a sorcerer’s web of words. He just hoped Kyle wouldn’t accidentally injure Meaghan. Deck loved Kyle’s intense physicality but a petite, sick woman might find it hard to take.
Deck poised to intervene if necessary, but Meaghan moaned and curved her body to meet Kyle’s, melding to Kyle as sweetly and willingly as she had to him. The red streaks in her aura flared even brighter.
Deck was a little envious of the response, but also of Kyle’s passion that had provoked it. If Deck had a sexually submissive streak, he’d never found it, but he was a sucker for a touch of rough possessiveness. A kiss like that one would definitely get him going, even if it ended with him wrestling Kyle into a playful submission they’d both enjoy.
Now that was a hot thought.
And once they’d taken the edge off with each other, they could turn their attention to Meaghan. That way, they might both be able to hold back enough to pleasure her without leaving the wrong kind of marks, either physical or psychological. Neither Meaghan’s illness nor her dark past seemed to hamper her ability to experience pleasure, but they’d have to be careful with her. More gentle than either of them were inclined to be by nature.
No. It was wrong to think about a kinky threesome with someone who might be dying.
At the moment he couldn’t remember why it was wrong. Meaghan deserved to have some fun, given that her life had been sucktastic so far and might be short. He might be all kinds of a fuckup, but his lovers had never complained about his abilities in bed. His reliability outside the bedroom, sure, but not his sexual prowess. And Kyle was a wild ride. But it still seemed to go against Donovan ethics to hit on a dying woman.

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Thank you, Teresa, for taking part in my Friday Fiesta on the blog. It has been a pleasure having you and I wish you much success! 🙂

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#Masquerade is Available Now!

Masquerade LgThe long awaited erotic anthology, Masquerade, is finally available! This anthology features eight authors given one word. With just this one word to start, we were instructed to let our imaginations take flight and create a story. I am very honored to be included in this wonderful collection of authors and I guarantee if you give Masquerade a try, you will not be disappointed because each of the stories is a treat in its own right.  Keep reading for the details on the book, its contributors, a little excerpt from my story, and finally, the purchase links. Thanks for visiting!

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Vampires, menages, witches, BDSM, sex clubs, Dommes, subs, zombies. These eight original stories by some of today’s hottest erotic romance writers have one thing in common – a Masquerade. Behind a facade, the constraints of society fade, and fantasies come to life. Lose yourself in the Masquerade, and explore your wildest desires. Let the games begin…

Featuring:

C.P. Mandara – Dancing With Death

Alisa Easton – Masked Desires

Paige Matthews – Secrets

Glenda Horsfall – Under Cover

Gale Stanley – Optical Illusions

Kayla Lords – The Iron Maiden (hey that’s me!)

Dakota Skye – Dominating Justice

Hunter S. Jones – Fables Deux

AUTHOR BIOS & STORY EXCERPTS

C.P. Mandara 

Christina Mandara is a UK authoress and currently has five books in print: The Riding School, Learning the Ropes, Hot to Trot, Named and Shamed, and A Rough Ride.

Dancing With Death

Monsieur Martinet is no ordinary vampire. 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 and he now seeks the ultimate revenge: her submission in HIS bed.

http://author.to/CPMandara

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Alisa Easton

Alisa is a reader, a writer, a daydreamer, a lover, and an ice cream eater. She loves her fiction the way she loves her life – with plenty of steam.

Masked Desires

Clara had been accused of many things but daring had never been one of them. Everything changes the night she attends a masquerade ball with her best friend. Her identity hidden behind a mask, Clara is free of her inhibitions to live her wildest fantasies.

www.alisaeaston.com

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Paige Matthews 

Paige Matthews grew up in New England and currently lives there with her family. She writes erotic romance and erotica with BDSM themes. Currently, Paige has five novels published and another series coming. Join her on her website for more.

Secrets

Secrets are always hidden. Masquerade balls hide what we don’t want known. Combine them together and you have one erotic tale of firsts, secrets and reveals.

www.paigematthews.com

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Glenda Horsfall 

Born in Edinburgh, an accountant and author who likes to write romance with a bit of spice. Married to my own hero and raising four of our own.

Under Cover

Learn how the punishment for disobeying her master can be both pleasure and pain.

www.GlendaHorsfall.com

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Gale Stanley 

Gale Stanley was born in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil. Some things never change.

Optical Illusions

Once upon a time, Maggie was easy prey for a pedophile. Now she prefers fantasy to physicality. Then one enchanted evening she meets a man who tempts her beyond all reason.

http://galestanley.net/

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Kayla Lords 

Erotic writer, sex blogger, living the BDSM lifestyle, and drinking tea – all with a bit of sass and sarcasm.

The Iron Maiden

Sir and Babygirl have tested their limits before. This time, they’re taking it to whole new level – and making a new friend along the way.

http://www.kaylalords.com

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Dakota Skye 

Dakota Skye is a paranormal erotic romance author fascinated by all thing unexplained in the Universe. Her books include a Blurred Lines, Impact Zone, Uncharted Territory, SnowBound, and the short story Dominating Justice in Masquerade.

Dominating Justice

Lawyer by day, sex den owner by night, witch all the time, Melinda Dubois is an expert at keeping secrets. When the thorn-in-her-side Judge Bradley Bennett becomes The Den’s newest elite client, she looks forward to playing Domme and doling out some justice of her own. As vulnerabilities are exposed and masks removed, the question becomes—who is dominating whom?

http://www.authordakotaskye.com

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Hunter S. Jones 

Writer. Originally from Tennessee now living in Atlanta, GA – an Exile on Peachtree Street. I make things up and write them down. Author of the best-selling romantic series, September Stories, and some hot steamy erotica.

Fables Deux

Fables Deux is the follow up to the erotic steampunk cult favorite, Fables of the Reconstruction. The story finds the time traveling zombies Pierre von Minxle and Mary Montague in 2014. You’ll never believe where they are and what new escapade they have planned. As with all things Fables, a strange new magical blending time, reality and sexuality are revealed. Because nothing is ever as it seems. And, what better day for a hot zombie story than Day of the Dead?

http://www.huntersjones.com

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masked desiresMy story is titled Masked Desires.  Please enjoy my little teaser:

“I should get back downstairs to the party. My friend will be looking for me and she’ll worry if I’m not around.”
“Wait, please, just a moment.” He took her hand in his and she felt the jolt of electricity travel up the length of her arm and through her core. Even without seeing his face, there was some magnetic attraction between them that she couldn’t deny. Perhaps it was only a product of the masks and a few too many drinks, but she didn’t think so. She wanted him to kiss her but she was too afraid to let him.
Just as she felt his body shift again and their lips begin to touch, there was a rattling at the door. Without another thought, he was on his feet and pulling her toward the closet. They disappeared just in time for a couple to enter the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” she whispered in a panic.
“Shh… I’m sorry. We shouldn’t be in here. It should just be for a minute.”
She could feel his breath hot against her ear and caressing her neck. Her head swam again, although this time she knew it had more to do with his proximity than the amount she’d had to drink. His hands still held her in place one on each arm even though she didn’t dare to move. She could feel the hardness of his body against her back. She resisted the urge to lean back into him and let his body envelope her.
Through the small slats in the closet door, she had limited view of the bedroom. Two masked bodies giggled and kissed and held close to each other.
“We shouldn’t stay here,” she whispered but as she made a move to open the door, Adam stopped her with his large hand over hers. She stifled the sound that came out of her throat elicited by the simple touch of his hand to hers.
“If we give them a minute, they may leave.”
Although she felt slightly claustrophobic pressed so tightly into his body in the cramped space, she closed her eyes and concentrated on making her breaths even while she said a silent prayer that the others who had invaded their space would disappear quickly so they could leave the confines of the closet unnoticed. Only moments ago, Adam had been so close to kissing her. She hoped the moment had not been ruined.
Opening her eyes again, she was startled to find that the couple had almost completely undressed. Adam’s breaths had grown uneven and she knew that he was fully engaged in watching the other couple. Absently, his hands trailed lightly over her waist and she felt her panties dampen with anticipation. She could easily imagine herself in the other woman’s place. His hands moved up slightly and brushed along the underside of her breasts and she froze, but not because his touch was uninvited, but rather because she’d managed to catch a glimpse of the woman who occupied the bed. It was Jenna! Clara was envious of the beautiful body belonging to her friend. She would recognize that body anywhere.
Clara’s breath caught in her throat and although she didn’t want to intrude on her friend’s privacy, she couldn’t turn away. The man with Jenna slowly tugged on her panties until she lay stretched out completely naked in the bed wearing only her mask. Obviously finding his own mask too intrusive, her companion shoved it to the side before diving into the space between Jenna’s thighs where her moans made it clear that she enjoyed having him.
“I can’t watch this,” Clara whispered trying to turn around in the small space. She couldn’t allow herself to feel so aroused while watching her friend. All the same, she couldn’t take her eyes off of her, no matter how wrong. She managed to turn her body in the cramped space so that she would no longer have the ability to watch her friend, putting her face to face with Adam.
Adam’s lips claimed hers and she melted into them, so soft and inviting. His tongue parted her lips, testing the waters before taking her with more force. He turned her so that her back hit the side of the closet and pressed into her body slightly.
“Oh,” she gasped out loud despite their efforts to remain quiet, lest they be discovered. He sealed her mouth again, hungry and eager to devour her.
“One night. I never need to know your full name or identity,” he whispered in her ear before leaving a trail of tender kisses along her neck.
“No,” she protested as the realization took hold of what he was suggesting, “I couldn’t. Not here. Not like this.”

 

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SIR AND BABYGIRL: BOUND BY LOVE by Kayla Lords

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In the second set of adventures, Sir and Babygirl’s relationship, built on a mutual love of kink and a need for the dominance and submission lifestyle, must move forward or stagnate. Can Babygirl set aside her fears of heartbreak? Will Sir convince his sweet submissive that he loves her completely? And just how many erotic adventures can these two get into as they navigate their growing relationship?

Find out in the sequel to The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl. This time, Sir and Babygirl are Bound by Love.

Story Excerpt:

Babygirl arched her back and pointed her toes. The center of her body burned with desire. The phantom hands in her dreams became all too real as she realized Sir was the one driving her to the brink. His fingers stroked her pussy with a feather light touch. The sensations were delicate and sensuous bringing her body quickly to the brink of climax.
She spread her legs wide, granting him complete access, but she was terrified of the burn building inside of her. Her body was so sensitive that even the light touches on her clit seared her and caused her to cry out from a combination of pain and pleasure.
Her body shook as his hand mercilessly stroked her slit, harshly rubbing against her clit. He growled into her ear as she began to cry out, wordlessly. His hand moved faster than before, bringing her to the brink before –
“Please, oh God, please, Sir, please can I come? Please, please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease.” Her whispered pleas became incoherent as she tensed every muscle in her body to prevent the oncoming avalanche of an orgasm.
“Come for me, girl.” His raspy whisper was hot on her ear. She threw her head back and convulsed around his hand, fluids gushing from her body in a climax that soaked her pajamas and the bed beneath her. Sir’s hand never stopped it’s movement. Now she could hear the evidence of her own desire. Wet, slurpy, squelching sounds filled the room as his fingers moved in and out of her. She felt the next orgasm building right behind the first. Wailing, she arched her back as she came again, liquid pouring out of her body.
Sir chuckled. “Keep on squirting, Babygirl. I intend to wring you dry before I take what’s mine.”
She gasped as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Writhing under his hand, she squealed through gritted teeth, terrified of making too much noise and more afraid of coming apart at the seams. Her hips lifted off the bed, bucking as her pussy clenched in one teeth-jarring, body-wracking orgasm. Every muscle contracted as her body convulsed. Finally spent, she collapsed into the soaked covers, breathing hard, unable to move a muscle.
“My turn.” She couldn’t miss the satisfaction in Sir’s voice.
He flipped her on her side as if she was a ragdoll. Not that I can move on my own. I’m boneless. He pulled her hips against his pelvis. Babygirl arched her back and lifted her top leg, giving him easy access to her swollen opening. In one smooth move, he entered her and began thrusting. The feel of his hips meeting her bottom made her close her eyes in sheer bliss.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” At this angle, he was hitting the exact perfect spot. If he kept it up, she would come again.
With one hand, he dug his fingers into her hip with enough force to leave bruises later. His other hand wound its way through her hair. Between gasps, Babygirl purred at the feel of his hands on her body.
“Eeeek!” Sir grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Her scalp burned from the force of his grip. Her breath was restricted slightly, causing her to rasp with each thrust into her soaked pussy.
He growled deep in his throat and began to fuck her faster and faster, thrusting in and out at a blinding pace. She could feel his sweat-soaked chest against her back. She gripped the sheets in a futile attempt to brace herself. Letting go of her hair without a word, he pushed her head into the mattress, forcing her down. Tightening his grip on her hips, she cried out in pain and pleasure, knowing without a doubt she would bare his mark before they were done.
“Touch your clit, girl.” His voice was ferocious even though he ground the words out through clenched teeth in a raspy whisper.
In her current position, it wasn’t easy to get her left hand down to her clit, but she managed. The moment she touched herself, she screamed into the mattress as she exploded. She heard Sir chuckle behind her.
“Yeah, I like to feel that pussy clench around my cock. Again, girl. Don’t fucking stop.”
Although she was painfully tender, she continued to stroke herself as he ordered. Every time she climaxed around his cock, he grunted. Without a word, he yanked her head up by her hair, forcing her head back at the same painful angle.
“I’m going to fill you with my seed, girl. That’s what you want, isn’t it, little slut? You like being my fucktoy…”
With each word Sir thrust harder and faster until she felt him stiffen behind her, every muscle contracted as he groaned the last word out. She could almost swear she felt the hot jets of fluid shooting into her body. He held her in place until the end. Shuddering, he lay back against the bed, panting as if he’d just run a race. Smiling to herself, she clenched her pelvic muscles, loving the way he gasped with each contraction, milking his body for every drop of his essence.
They both lay in silence, breathing hard as they recovered from the vigorous fucking. After a moment, feeling their combined juices trickling out of her body, seeping into the crack of her ass and the sheets beneath them, Babygirl rolled over and wrapped an arm around Sir’s chest.
“Thank you, Sir. I didn’t think you had the energy for this tonight.”
“Tonight? Babygirl, it’s four in the morning, and I feel fine.” Babygirl giggled at his teasing tone.
“I think I like being woken up this way, Sir. Much better than a boring old alarm clock.”
“I’d like to think being used as my personal fucktoy is better than any other method.”
Sir looked down at her, waiting for a response, and found her drifting off. “Sleep, Babygirl. I’ll wake you up again in a few hours.”
“Mmmm, I sure hope so, Sir,” mumbled Babygirl. She sighed with pleasure and fell back asleep.

About Kayla Lords:

I discovered my love of writing at age seven and my sexual fantasies by age 13. It took a divorce and re-entry into the dating to world to find my sexual power and voice. I am a sexual submissive in the BDSM lifestyle which is not as extreme and terrifying as it may first appear from the outside looking in.

I write BDSM-themed erotica with a focus on dominance and submission (D/s). I not only want to turn my readers on, but I want them to realize that D/s is more than just a kink and isn’t scary or degrading.
A blogger, tweeter, and talker, I love interacting with my readers as much as possible!

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