Hooking her fingers in his shirt, she ripped at the fabric.
Buttons popped off and bounced along the wood floor, leaving his dress shirt
hanging open. Ruined.
Macy loves
her new husband Bryan, but she’s discovered living with him is taking considerable
adjustment. Towels on the bathroom floor, dropping clothes wherever, division
of household chores…it isn’t long before the small annoyances threaten to
become a big problem. Until Macy’s best friend offers some sage advice…
1. Pick
your battles wisely.
2. When
annoyed, have angry sex to blow off the small stuff.
Soon, Macy
and Bryan are having sex several times a day, and while he’s not one to look a
gift horse in the mouth, Bryan has gotten some advice of his own. Advice that
will take them from angry sex to ecstasy before you can say “silk tie”.
All’s fair
in love, war and the bid for marital bliss!
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Macy bit back a whimper, followed by a gasp when Bryan pried her
arms from her chest and looped his necktie around her wrists, knotting the silk
tight. Her jaw dropped open. He plopped onto a barstool. Holding the tie with
one hand, he grasped her forearm with the other and spun her around, pulling
her across his lap. “You’re about to find out who’s the boss around here.”
She
yelped when he smacked the fleshy part of her ass with his palm. Heat spread
from her butt cheeks to the cheeks on her face in record time. The sting she
felt—everywhere.
Macy loves her new husband Bryan, but she’s discovered living with him is
taking considerable adjustment. Towels on the bathroom floor, dropping clothes
wherever, division of household chores…it isn’t long before the small annoyances
threaten to become a big problem. Until Macy’s best friend offers some sage
advice… 1. Pick your battles wisely. 2. When annoyed, have angry sex to blow off the small stuff. Soon, Macy and Bryan are having sex several times a day, and while he’s
not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Bryan has gotten some advice of his
own. Advice that will take them from angry sex to ecstasy before you can say
“silk tie”. All’s fair in love, war, and the bid for marital bliss! A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Macy loves
her new husband Bryan, but she’s discovered living with him is taking considerable
adjustment. Towels on the bathroom floor, dropping clothes wherever, division
of household chores…it isn’t long before the small annoyances threaten to
become a big problem. Until Macy’s best friend offers some sage advice…
1. Pick
your battles wisely.
2. When
annoyed, have angry sex to blow off the small stuff.
Soon, Macy
and Bryan are having sex several times a day, and while he’s not one to look a
gift horse in the mouth, Bryan has gotten some advice of his own. Advice that
will take them from angry sex to ecstasy before you can say “silk tie”.
All’s fair
in love, war and the bid for marital bliss!
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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“Hey there, gorgeous.”
“Hi, honey.” She shut off the faucet, wiping her hands on a
dishtowel. “How was work?”
“Excellent.” He tossed his suit jacket casually over the
sofa back. She eyed him. Eyed the jacket. Eyed him again. He plucked the jacket
up and hooked it on a peg by the front door to avoid her derision. “Boss gave
me a couple new accounts today.”
He made it sound like a good thing instead of a pain in his
ass. He added his tie to the peg by the door and unbuttoned the top two buttons
of his dress shirt. Flipping through the mail on a side table, he shook off the
irritation of seeing her maiden name—Marshall. Not even a hyphen—Macy
Marshall-Dade, which, by the way, sounded very cool. No acknowledgement
whatsoever of their very expensive union. He decided not to push the
subject—yet. But dropping hints hadn’t worked so far.
“That’s great, Bry.”
They met in the center of the living room where she looped
her arms around his neck. He squeezed her tightly, letting go of more stress. Please
don’t let this ever end. Macy was the eye of the storm called life. He
thought of her as a beacon keeping him on course. With her red hair and
freckles, he could spot her in a sea of people. Hell, he could smell her
lavender scent in a crowd.
He playfully swatted her butt and she valiantly attempted to
hide a delighted smile. “How was your day?”
She recounted her day at the preschool where she worked.
Macy had her degree in education but couldn’t find a job in her desired field
of teaching middle-grade English, settling instead at a preschool. It was good
experience for her resume, a steady paycheck until something better shook loose
and damn good parenting experience for the future. After a few minutes of
listening to her recap, sounded to him like her day was filled with nose wiping,
finger painting and nap taking.
She kissed him sweetly. “What were you going to make for
dinner?”
Bryan groaned. It was his turn to cook. Her turn
to clean. Although, she’d just finished cleaning the kitchen from last night
when it had been his turn to clean. None of the other guys at work mentioned
having to cook dinner. Were they too emasculated to admit it out loud? Or am
I the only pussy-whipped man on the planet? “I completely forgot. How ’bout
I run out and get something or order a pizza?”
She planted her hands on her waist. “We’re saving for a down
payment on a house, Bryan. Every penny counts.”
The American dream of home ownership would dash his hopes of
pepperoni pizza. He wanted to point out to her that he made three times more
money, but that would make him a first-rate asshole who made three times more
money. Besides, she’d agreed to cook four nights a week, he cooked only twice
and they ate out or ordered in the seventh night. Usually on Friday or Saturday
date night. Sometimes date night was a movie out. Other times it was a movie
in, depending on the checkbook balance. She had a five-year, ten-year and
twenty-year plan for their future and apparently pizza would throw a monkey
wrench in the works.
“I’m sorry. You’re right.” He held his hands up in
surrender. “You’re always right.”
She tilted her head. “What does that mean?”
“Nothing.” He unfastened the buttons at his wrists and began
rolling up his sleeves. He’d rather cook than wash dishes anyhow, not that he’d
washed the dishes the night before. Slipped his mind. He’d also rather cook
than fight since he couldn’t have his first choice of numbing his mind with TV
until bedtime. “You’re right, that’s all.”
Macy inclined her head to the other side. “Am…am I annoying
you?”
“No.” He snorted a laugh. “Where did that come from? I’m
just all about keeping the peace and spreading harmony.”
“Did you just say peace and harmony?”
He detected a hint of hostility, but without the telltale
clues as to why. Dinner? Dishes? Anita? Of
course. He should have known. Sometimes his wife’s best friend was his
staunch ally, other times she completely threw him under the bus. Apparently it
was bus day. “How is Anita?” He stopped himself from asking how much lunch
cost. Probably more than a large pepperoni pizza.
“Forget about Anita. Do you want to have sex?”
“What?” Sounded like a trick question to him. Yes. Always. Why do you ask?
“Sex.” Macy yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it to
the floor, which was very uncharacteristic of her tidy tendencies. “Do you want
to—?”
“Yes.” He decided her trick question sounded more like a
stupid question.
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Submitted By: katherinejane on Jul 18, 2014
Holiday Hangover: Was HOT HOT HOT!!!! It was a great book! It was well written I could not put it down.
I have a love/hate relationship with Valentine's Day. Part of me believes to my very core that the holiday is nothing more than an opportunity for the flower and chocolate industry to get a noticable bump in their profits. The girlie girl deep down inside me desperately needs a bouquet of flowers on her desk at work to brag about. I will only be five weeks into a relationship come V-Day. And he's going out of town a few days prior (already verbalised his relief that he dodged the Valentine's Day bullet).
So here's my position. I found a guy who treats me like a princess every day. I don't need flowers or a Be My Valentine card to complete me. But I sure want a token of affection on the big day. Yes I do. Bigger is better.
What's your take on Valentine's Day? Love it? Hate it? Take it or leave it?
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Blurb
Yancey
Peters, a researcher at the local newspaper, is on a mission to beef up her
sexual resume. Men in her past have told her she is the kind of woman you
marry, not the kind you fool around with. Problem is none of the men she’s
dated are ready to settle down. Yancey decides to transform herself from a
plain Jane to a hot chick and embark on a sexual exploration phase of her own
before settling down.
Diego Ramos, a tow truck driver, is through
with reckless women who wear short skirts, sexy silk stockings and high heels.
Until he meets Yancey, that is. He thought he was ready to settle down, find a
wholesome wife and start a family. Yancey makes him realize he might have one
more carefree fling in him after all.
Unfortunately, Yancey has caught the eye of
another admirer who wants more than she’s willing to give.
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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.
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.
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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.
"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.
