Here's what she had to say: "Catered Affair by Kelli Scott is a yummy treat. If you are not turned on after reading this book then you must not be human. Both couples were great together. There was nothing weird about the Laytons watching. In fact it added to the story. It is like watching porn, sometimes you want it to add to your love life and add spice. Warning: you will need a tall glass of water by your side when you read this book."
Audrey is desperate for a job—any job—after the breakup of her marriage. The unemployment office
refers her to the historic Palace Theatre, affectionately called The Pussy
Palace because of its X-rated offerings. She checks her pride at the door, if
not her disdain for the raunchy establishment, but despite her contempt for the
movie house, she’s compelled to stay when a couple of naughty spirits beckon
her to play with them…and the hot guy
who runs the projector.Pleasure Palace!!!! One day and it will be released on the world. Checkout the cover.
The blurb!
Audrey is desperate for a job—any job—after the breakup of her marriage. The unemployment office refers her to the historic Palace Theatre, affectionately called The Pussy Palace because of its X-rated offerings. She checks her pride at the door, if not her disdain for the raunchy establishment, but despite her contempt for the movie house, she’s
The Palace Theatre has been in Mike’s family for
generations, and he dreams of restoring the cinema to its former glory and
showing epic old movies on the big screen. Tough to concentrate on goals,
however, when his new concession girl has him distracted and a ghost has taken
over his body and stolen his free will. At least Mike and the horny spirit have
something in common—a desire to claim Audrey.
The excerpt!
“I’m looking for,” Audrey glanced at the card in her hand,
“Mr. Dick Handler.”
He snickered. “Sounds like a dirty joke, right?”
She tilted her head. “I beg your pardon.”
“Dick. Handler. Get it?” He waited a beat for her to getit.
“No? Not funny? Maybe I’ve worked here too long.” The man shook his head and
dinged a bell on the counter. “Dick! Guest waiting.”
“No refunds after the first fifteen minutes,” Mr. Dick
Handler called from behind a red velvet curtain with gold fringe.
A refund must be a frequent request, she guessed.
Deep-blue-eyes waggled his brows at her playfully and tapped
the bell again. Then he stood back, leaning against the concession counter with
a crooked smile that screamed of mischief. He crossed one ankle over the other,
as if settling in comfortably for a show. The way his jeans hugged his hips and
waist was distracting. Not tightly—perfectly, for lack of a better word. Don’t get me started on the T-shirt
stretched across his chest.
A man emerged from behind the curtain. He looked to be in
his sixties and reminded her of a young Hugh Hefner, minus the signature
smoking jacket and matching bikini-clad blonde bookends that accompanied Hef.
His skin was tanned to a leathery grain, his hair sprinkled with gray and
white, but he seemed physically fit for his estimated age.
“May I help you?” he asked. “Lost? Need directions?”
Audrey shook her head.
“Restrooms are for paying customers only,” he said
apologetically.
She passed him the index-sized card. “The unemployment
office sent me.” Probably because everyone else had refused the job reference.
She should have too, but desperation and zero marketable skills made her
entertain all opportunities.
Deep-blue-eyes chuckled.
“Don’t you have work to do, Mike?” Mr. Handler snapped.
“Nope,” he replied.
“I’m afraid you’re not what we had in mind.” Dick Handler
returned the card to her without so much as looking at it. “But thank you for
stopping by.” He vanished before she could open her mouth to object.
Audrey glanced down to her A-cup chest, and then leaned to
her left to catch a glimpse of her likeness in a garish gold-framed mirror. The
buxom bimbos on the adjacent movie poster appeared to be laughing at her and
her boyish reflection. Her husband had
suggested a boob job—the nail in the coffin of their marriage.
Deep-blue-eyes, also known as Mike, bobbed his head in the
direction of the bell, encouraging her to tap it. There was no doubt in her
mind that he was an instigator of trouble. He might look like an adult but his
maturity was in question. She squared her shoulders and dinged the bell.
Mr. Handler returned immediately. “Yes?” he said pleasantly.
“Need me to sign something verifying you applied?”
“I didn’t apply,” she protested, her temperature rising from
anger and the scrutiny of Mike with his laughing eyes. “You wouldn’t let me
apply. I’d like to speak to the owner, please.”
“I am the owner.”
Mr. Handler glanced at Mike before returning his attention to her. “For the
time being anyhow.” He shook his head and muttered, “I’m getting too old for clogged
toilets, a leaky roof and specter sightings.”
Mike scoffed and Audrey said, “What?”
He waved her off. “You’re not what we’re looking for.”
Her eyes dropped to her chest again, daring him to comment
on her averageness of figure. No one at the unemployment office mentioned any
specialized assets besides the ability to handle food and money. It had been a
while since she’d been on the hunt for a job. Her experience was limited and
work was scarce.
“Is there something wrong with me?” she asked.
He waved his hands again. “No. Nothing.”
“So offer me the job,” she said, although the last thing she
wanted was to be hired. She wouldn’t want to be caught dead in the place by
anyone she knew. And they wouldn’t want to be caught at a smut theater by her, although her circle of
acquaintances almost certainly got their pornography anonymously and
discretely, the way porn was meant to be attained.
In spite of her contempt for the establishment, something—a
wicked voice in her head—compelled her to stay and be a part of this
debauchery.
“Yeah, Dick, offer her the job,” Mike echoed, earning
himself nasty glares from Audrey and his boss. She didn’t need his brand of
help. He clearly viewed the exchange as a joke that she was the butt of.
An older gentleman wearing a leisure suit emerged from the
viewing area, mopping his red face with a hankie but looking relaxed and
satisfied. He eyed Audrey suspiciously as he crossed the lobby. He wouldn’t
look out of place at the supermarket or gas station. Her skin crawled a bit due
to her inside knowledge that he’d been watching a dirty movie.
Mike waved and said, “Thanks for coming, sir.”
“Come again soon,” Audrey added, showing Mr. Handler a
sample of her excellent customer service skills. Plus, under the circumstances,
it was just fun to say.
She slipped her flimsy robe off. The diaphanous fabric floated to the floor like a
leaf, almost in slow motion. She was naked except for a lacy white bra.
Blurb:
Jade
Li only wants what’s coming to her from her high-profile baby daddy—some child
support and she’ll stay out of his life and off his radar. But because of her
sordid past, she’s terrified of losing custody. What she needs, according to
her attorney, is a husband.
Excuse my absense from Saturday Spankings for...like....weeks. I have a good excuse. Trust me.
My excerpt is from Fun With Rick and Jade, my newest release from Decacdent Publishing.
She scoffed. “Don’t you want to know what the game is
first?”
“Tie me up, spank me. I don’t care what it is.” He swallowed
hard. “I trust you.”
“That was your first mistake.”
Blurb:
Jade Li only wants what’s coming to her from her high-profile
baby daddy—some child support and she’ll stay out of his life and off his
radar. Committed to being a good mother, she’s left her high-priced-call-girl
lifestyle behind and wants a fresh start. But because of her sordid past, she’s
terrified of losing custody. What she needs, according to her attorney, is a
husband.
Enter Rick Jette, younger brother to Jade’s attorney. Rick
could use a wife and child for a business deal his future hinges on. Plus, he
owes his brother a huge favor that not even marrying a sexy ex-call girl could
repay. Marriage is not what he’d expected. At. All. The good, as they play
house, was better than he’d ever dreamed. The bad—having feelings for his
instant family—turns out to be worse than he ever could have imagined.
I'm happy to announce that Passion Pill is or was an IDA International Digital Awards) finalist.
And everyone said women wouldn't want to read a story of sexual dysfunction.
Blurb:
Millie has a big problem. She’s never experienced the big O,
even with a doting boyfriend who loves her like crazy. If she can’t be Tom’s
partner in every way—emotionally, spiritually and physically—Millie resigns
herself to setting him free to find the total package. But then a last chance
comes in the form of a little pink pill.
Tom’s wary about Millie taking drugs to enhance her libido,
but he wants her to experience every sensation mind-blowing sex can deliver. The
passion pills take them on a wild ride, but they both know that sooner or later
the drug trial will end and the pills will stop coming. Perhaps Millie will,
too.
How 'bout you? Do you want to see and feel fireworks when the heroine and hero kiss (or more)? Leave me a comment with your email address for a chance to win an ecopy of Passion Pill.
Excerpt:
As he advanced, Millie tossed the mirror aside and continued her play, enjoying the rapt look on his face. She had no choice but to carry on. Her pussy nearly sizzled with heat, like a Fourth of July sparkler. She felt downright combustible. There was no going back, only forward toward another orgasm.
"The pill started working right away," she said.
Tom draped himself across the foot of the bed, propping his head on his hand to watch. "I’m glad I left the job site early," he said. "Me too." She smiled demurely, a direct conflict with how she must appear to him. "I tried to wait. Really I did, baby." Her apology was sincere, but she drawled the words like a slow strip tease of syllables.
"Don’t sweat it," he mumbled, never taking his eyes from her pussy. By the look on his face, it was a wonder he’d heard her speak at all. "Finger yourself," he said. "I know you want to."
Millie has a big problem. She’s never experienced the big O,
even with a doting boyfriend who loves her like crazy. If she can’t be Tom’s
partner in every way—emotionally, spiritually and physically—Millie resigns
herself to setting him free to find the total package. But then a last chance
comes in the form of a little pink pill.
Tom’s wary about Millie taking drugs to enhance her libido,
but he wants her to experience every sensation mind-blowing sex can deliver. The
passion pills take them on a wild ride, but they both know that sooner or later
the drug trial will end and the pills will stop coming. Perhaps Millie will,
too.
Welcome to my stop on the Dirty Birdie flock hop! Stay a while. Poke around. Grab some candy.
Eye candy.
I'd like to introduce you to Guillermo, my research assistant. He's been with me for years. Poor guy is overworked and underpaid. The things he's had to do to meet my high expectations. Walking the dog. Zipping over to the post office to mail a package. Topping off my tank with gas. Our working relationship hasn't always been easy (evidenced by the brooding look on his face) as we tackle the language barrier that separates us.
Enter Dmitri.
He's more of a special assignment research assistant since I started writing threesomes. And he makes himself available in a pinch when Guillermo needs a break. I mean, I can't write every story about a hot Latino hero, although I try. Dmitri's specialties are addressing my internet problems, recording my favorite TV shows and scratching my back in that one hard to reach area.
Which do you prefer? Glad I don't have to choose. I'm offering an ecopy of Blind Passion to one commentor of m' choosing, so be sure to leave me an email address.
Blind Passion/2013 Passionate Plume Finalist
Blurb:
Nicole Adkins’ silly crush on her neighbor is slowly
starting to resemble an obsession. After months of watching him from afar,
she’s resorted to orchestrating accidental elevator encounters and bumbling
through rehearsed conversations that go terribly wrong.
Salvatore Lopez is legally blind. To him, Nicki is a
pleasant-smelling, sexy-sounding blur in a rotating rainbow of different-colored
clothes. He’s intrigued, but fears he’s nothing more to her than a charity case.
But Sal’s blindness means Nicki can watch him risk-free from
her apartment and fantasize about sensual encounters. Most of all, she can
pretend he’s watching from his
apartment as she pleasures herself. He’s the perfect man to indulge all her
dark fantasies. If he regains his sight, it could be the beginning of a
beautiful romance—or the end.
Happy Happy Hump Day! Are you in the mood for vampires? Hope so. Please forgive my extra sentence, but a couple are really short.
Excerpt:
He struggled against the restraints. Not to be free of the belts around his ankles and neckties knotted at his wrists, cutting into his skin. He fought for control. A raw primal need to pin her beneath him and plant his cock deep inside her body took hold.
Blurb:
Years after
Luke’s sweetheart was ripped from his arms on prom night, Meri’s loss still haunts
him. Searching for her everywhere, he finds her only in his dreams and on the
pages of a dark comic book he created in her image. But on the anniversary of her
disappearance, she shows up on his doorstep without having aged a day. What can
he do but invite her in?
Meri’s nights
are all about surviving alone on the dark, seedy side of life. Once a year she
treats herself to a night of tasty passion with her one true love. Is this the
year to seal the deal and make their love eternal, or will she walk away to
become just another fantasy?
"This was a tender love story about healing our wounds, and believing in someone enough to not give up on them, no matter how bad it gets. You can feel Jennifer's pain as she struggles to break ties with Gage, knowing she doesn't want to. And seeing Gage unwilling to give up on her makes you really believe in the power of love."
I'm excited to announce that Passion Pill is a Passionate Plume finalist.
Excerpt: Tom believed Millie wanted or needed something he hadn’t given her. If she knew what that something was, she wasn’t talking. Which was part of the problem—getting Millie to tell him what it was she needed. If she even knew what she needed. If she had an unrealized spanking fetish with kitchen utensils, he’d rush out and buy a set of wooden spoons. Basically Tom would do whatever it took. He’d tried talking dirty to her, which had only made her blush and giggle. Tom had attempted to coax her wildest fantasy from her sweet little lips, but she couldn’t or wouldn’t go there.
Blurb:
Millie has a big problem. She’s never experienced the big O,
even with a doting boyfriend who loves her like crazy. If she can’t be Tom’s
partner in every way—emotionally, spiritually and physically—Millie resigns
herself to setting him free to find the total package. But then a last chance
comes in the form of a little pink pill.
Tom’s wary about Millie taking drugs to enhance her libido,
but he wants her to experience every sensation mind-blowing sex can deliver. The
passion pills take them on a wild ride, but they both know that sooner or later
the drug trial will end and the pills will stop coming. Perhaps Millie will,
too.
Happy, happy, horny hump day! My excerpt today is from Blind Passion, which I'm thrilled to announce is a Passionate Plume finalist!
Excerpt:
Sal cupped her cheek with one hand and the back of her neck with the other, pulling her lips to his. His mouth closed in on hers, taking her lips, forcing them apart with his tongue. She tasted sweet and tart from the drink, her mouth warm and cold folded into each other.
Blurb:
Nicole Adkins’ silly crush on her neighbor is slowly
starting to resemble an obsession. After months of watching him from afar,
she’s resorted to orchestrating accidental elevator encounters and bumbling
through rehearsed conversations that go terribly wrong.
Salvatore Lopez is legally blind. To him, Nicki is a
pleasant-smelling, sexy-sounding blur in a rotating rainbow of different-colored
clothes. He’s intrigued, but fears he’s nothing more to her than a charity case.
But Sal’s blindness means Nicki can watch him risk-free from
her apartment and fantasize about sensual encounters. Most of all, she can
pretend he’s watching from his
apartment as she pleasures herself. He’s the perfect man to indulge all her
dark fantasies. If he regains his sight, it could be the beginning of a
beautiful romance—or the end.
She laid her chest on the cool, smooth surface of the counter, spreading her legs and jutting her ass toward him. "How about this?"
His hand traveled along the curve of her ass. "I’ve created a monster." Rory set his flashlight on the vanity so the light bulb shot up and reflected off the mirror. His free hand slipped between her body and the counter to grab her breast while the other hand continued to slowly appreciate the fine line of her ass. His erection pressed firmly into the crevice between her butt cheeks and he moved back enough to smack her bottom playfully. "I’ve got a better idea."
Also available in the Wedded Bliss print anthology!
Blurb:
Rachel McAllister tried to dissuade Rory Callahan’s interest,
she’d been hurt by love too many times before, but Rory had been as relentless
as a dog after a bone. She gave in, but made one thing perfectly clear from the
start—no sex until she said, “I do.” If Rachel knew one thing about men, it was
that you gave them what they wanted—sex—and they’d be out the door before the
sun came up. Rory has passed all her tests and jumped through her hoops to
prove his love. They’re ready to say, “I do”, and Rachel’s ready to erase any
of Rory’s lingering regrets about waiting to have sex.
Rory fell head over heels for Rachel at first sight. Getting
her to date him was another matter altogether. He’d followed all her rules and
has barely complained about her strict moral code. Now he’s going to marry her
for better or worse. He’s about to find out his goody-two-shoes bride-to-be is
a fiery vixen who’s too hot to handle.
We're almost there. Halfway to the weekend. Hope this snippet helps get you over the hump.
Excerpt:
Gage laid his palms flat on the mattress behind him and propped himself up with his arms. Raising his hips off the bed, he moaned and pushed his cock against her soft hands. If he didn’t he’d come unglued, shattering into a million pieces.
Blurb:
Jennifer Goodwin is recovering from a traumatic car accident
that’s left her scarred, inside and out. Her sexy Marine pen pal haunts her
dreams and has her heart racing, but she’s dumped him anyway, afraid of his
pity. A costume ball gives her the chance to come out of her shell while hiding
her face, and the hot sailor who approaches her tempts her to indulge in a
night of forbidden passion.
Gage Brewer is on a mission, despite being on leave from the
Marines. He’s determined to confront the woman who befriended him while he was
deployed and find out why she left him. Once he’s claimed her body, maybe he
can win back her heart.
When Grant, mayor of Mystic Springs, asks Ivy to run the Mystic Springs resort, she’s so thrilled, she accepts the job without so much as visiting the town first. Then she arrives and meets Grant—and her goals change. She got her dream job, and now she wants Grant…preferably at her mercy in the bedroom.
Grant’s inner animal is desperate to take Ivy. And he’s not joking about the “animal” part—Grant and most of the Mystic Springs residents are shifters. The spring is more than a landmark, it’s the touchstone that grounds their powers and keeps them on the human side of the shifter spectrum. But the spring is running dry…
The townspeople are convinced Ivy is the woman who was prophesied to rejuvenate the spring. Local legend is rife with rumors of sex rites that might help, and Grant’s only too happy to give them a go. He just has to convince Ivy that he’s the man—er, wolf?—for her.
Happy Saturday! It's spanking time. My excerpt today is from Birthday Bash. Birthday spanks are some of the best spanks.
"Yes," she hissed. He’d started a blaze in her belly that could not be contained. "You’re crossing a line, Jared," Damian warned him.
Officer Hung or Jared grinned down at her, cradling her cheek in his palm. "Says the guy who nearly spanked you unconscious."
She laughed with him as if they were alone, the only two people in the world. She wasn’t sure what line they were crossing—physical or emotional. But it felt good—real good—to take a walk on the wild side.
Blurb:
Juli Falzone is stuck at home for her thirtieth birthday after the TSA
put her on the no-fly list…until her doorbell rings and she finds two hot cops
standing on her porch with a warrant for her arrest. Can she talk her way out
of the situation or will they make her come
along peacefully?