Without Reservation (Sandy Ridge 1) by Lynn Burke

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Art studio vandalized and her mother in a fresh grave, Meg Winters heads off on vacation with her two best friends. She hopes for peace from her grief and the return of her muse. She doesn’t expect to run into the two men she idolizes, Trevor and Jack, the secretive wonders of the art world whose work she’s long admired. She certainly doesn’t expect them to be sex-on-legs gorgeous and determined to fulfill her number one sexual fantasy. They not only awaken her slumbering body, but also her creativity and the life she used to wield with her brushes.

However, Meg carries a secret of her own which holds her back from surrendering herself fully to their desires. Will Trevor and Jack be able to overcome her reservations, or will the truth of her past ruin their chance for love?

 

*Be warned: Multiple partners (MMF), anal sex, double penetration

 

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Excerpt:

Meg’s gaze dropped to Jack’s full lips. “Maybe just one kiss,” she heard herself say.

He captured her lips without hesitation, sending a rush of heat and goosebumps skittering across her skin. His soft lips swept across hers as his hand slipped up her back and grabbed hold of her hair, angling her head toward him.

The brush of his tongue along her lips sent a spasm through her pussy, and a moan rose to her throat.

Trevor leaned into her, his open-mouth kisses dampening her neck as Jack continued his languid assault on her mouth. Tasting. Licking.

One man’s hand in her hair, the other’s on her waist, one on each thigh, rubbing, slowing inching upward.

Meg tore her lips from Jacks, heaving for breath, eyelids clenched shut.

One kiss, she’d said. She hadn’t expected a long, drawn-out kiss that would make her body quake with need.

“Come over to our cabin with us,” Trevor said, his low voice rumbling in her ear, his thumb drawing circles mid-thigh on her bare skin. “Check off your number one bucket list item.”

Jack nibbled along her jaw to her other ear. A shiver slid down to her toes as he squeezed her other thigh. “I…I c-can’t.”

“Does the thought of Trevor and I together turn you off?” Jack asked, nibbling her earlobe.

A huff of laughter flew past Meg’s lips as the two men continued their assault on her senses. “I saw you kissing on your back patio the other night.” The words escaped her parted lips, unintended.

Trevor nipped her skin in the hollow beneath her ear. “How did that make you feel?”

“Aroused,” she whispered, eyes still shut tight. They pulled answers from her easier than…

“I was thinking about you while fucking Jack.”

A rush of moisture soaked her panties at Trevor’s low, rumbled confession against the hollow beneath her ear. “I-I heard you.”

“Did you touch yourself?” Jack asked against the corner of her mouth, his sweet breath fanning her lips.

Meg swallowed. “Yes.”

“Did you come?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Both men groaned.

“Come to our cabin with us,” Jack said. “Please.”

Meg thought she’d known what temptation was, but the war raging between her body and mind put a whole new meaning to the word.

 

© Lynn Burke 2018

 
 

About the author:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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Love Under Fire box set – Help veterans get pets!

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Genre:  Romantic Suspense

Publisher:  Bluestone Valley Publishing Company

eBook Price: $.99

ASIN: B07GCTP7CJ

Release Date: 11/13/2018

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Twenty-one Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and other bestselling authors have joined together to bring you a heart-pounding collection of 21 BRAND NEW, NEVER-BEFORE PUBLISHED stories all in one amazing romantic suspense limited time boxed set. Fifty percent (50%) of the pre-order proceeds will be donated to the PETS for VETS PROGRAM.

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Twenty-one Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and other bestselling authors bring you a heart-pounding collection of 21 BRAND NEW, NEVER-BEFORE PUBLISHED stories all in one amazing romantic suspense limited time boxed set.

From around the edges of every day existence lurks mystery, betrayal, greed, and death.

With every turn of the page, feel the heat of adrenaline as fear lights up the night. Fight alongside the tenacious heroes and heroines as they battle for survival. They’ll put everything on the line to thwart the evil coming after them.

They want to trust in the power of love. But is it enough?

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Valerie J. Clarizio –The Code Enforcer
“Can they overcome their painful pasts–and a murder investigation–to find happiness together?”

Judith Lucci – RUN for your life
“Besieged by threats and haunted by memories, can Alex and Jacob survive another fiery attack?”

Stephany Tullis – Blue Lady’s MISSION UNDER FIRE
“The mission changed. Her cover is blown. With no where to run and nowhere to hide, what can she do to survive?”

Fiona Quinn – Cold Red
“Undercover, under fire, under arrest, it’s hard to save a special agent’s life while handcuffed.”

Anna Celeste Burke – Lily’s Homecoming Under Fire
“When Lily returns home to California’s wine country, sparks fly amid a hail of bullets as she and US Marshal Austin Jennings take cover. Who wants Lily dead?”

Margaret A. Daly- Monsters in my Closet
“No one knows her secrets, not even her best friend. Can she keep her secrets and her monsters at bay long enough to give love a chance again?”

Linda Watkins – The Witches of Storm Island, Book I: The Turning
“In 1685, a forbidden love catapults young Maude Prichard into a life fraught with danger….”

Tamara Ferguson – Two Hearts Under Fire
“Will Two Wounded Hearts Under Fire Survive LOVE?”

Suzanne Jenkins – Running with Horses
“Moving horses to the high country comes just in time when Mindy and her coffee date witness murder at a Mojave Desert cafe.”

Inge-Lise Goss – Diamonds and Lies
“When murder upends a diamond heist, can the jewel thief trust the mark who vows to protect her?”

S.R. Mallery – Tender Enemies
“When Lily sets up a spy trap, she faces great danger–of falling in love.”

Jinx Schwartz – Baja Get Away
“Sometimes love is… Murder.”

Uvi Poznansky – Virtually Lace
“Michael creates a virtual reality simulation of the murder. Can he solve it in time, before the killer turns on the woman he loves?”

Kathryn Knight – The Haunting of Hillwood Farm
“A dangerous ghost brings them together…but will they survive long enough to find happiness?”
 
Stephanie Queen – Ace Under Fire
“Can this bad boy make a come back to save an old flame?”

Casi McLean – Reign Of Fire
“Lies, Corruption, and Murder… exposing the truth leads to love–and a ghostly encounter. ”

Chris Patchell – Deception Bay
“She’s armed. He’s dangerous. Together, can they stop a killer from tearing a small island community apart?”

Aaron Paul Lazar – The Asylum: A Carmen Garcia romantic suspense novel
“Carmen has a secret, and his name is Dr. Micah Worthy.”

Alyssa Richards – Chasing Secrets
“Her husband’s secret is priceless, her attempts to retrieve it could be deadly.”

K.M. Hodge – Summer of ’78
“Susan Evenbright, pledges to make her last summer in Texas a killer one.”
 
Pamela Fagan Hutchins – Buckle Bunny

“The last guy to call Maggie a buckle bunny didn’t make his eight seconds.”

 

In total blackness #MWTease from High-Risk Fever

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Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases!

This week’s tease comes from my erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which just got a new gorgeous cover and will be re-released very soon with an additional chapter! ❤ In this scene, we're continuing where we left off last week. Anne is supposed to get the wet Italians some dry clothes, but Micaela wants more than clothes. Or rather, no clothes at all.

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She widened her eyes. He wanted her bathrobe? But she wore nothing underneath, and Brian could come in any time. Or Todd. She shook her head. “Take Brian’s clothes.” She pointed to the open closet behind her.

“I’m freezing.” Micaela rubbed the goose bumps on his arms. Before she could react, his hands shot to her bathrobe and opened it. Cold air from the room brushed her exposed nipples.

With a gasp, she put her hands on her breasts and closed her eyes, couldn’t or didn’t want to see his reaction.

His breathing hitched, too. “Che bella.”

“Stop it.”

He stood still for a moment, short, regular pulses of heat drifting to her from his breath. With a sudden tug, he slid the warm fabric off her shoulders, leaving her nude.

She opened her eyes and reached out for the robe, but he snatched it away from her, laughing. If only Brian would play with her like this. Her nipples hardened from arousal.

The toilet in the hall flushed.

In the next instant, a deafening detonation shook the entire house as if the sky itself exploded above the roof, and the light bulb in the ceiling snapped. Total blackness enveloped them.

Now what?

No longer able to rely on eyesight, she focused on her other senses, holding her breath as everything happened at once. Todd called for help from the bathroom at the end of the hall, Brian yanked open the door to the adjoining toilet with a curse, and Micaela’s breathing in front of her picked up pace. Her heartbeat pulsed in her ears like a high-speed locomotive. Tch-tch-tch…

Afraid of what might happen if she moved, she remained still as a corpse, nude and helpless. The aroused Italian stood so near, the salty scent of his sweat and wet hair surrounded her. He might complain of being cold, but steady, unmistakable heat drifted from his body, brushing her naked skin. And with her husband a few meters away, she’d never been so close to … serious, fucking trouble.

She widened her eyes, trying to discern Micaela’s shape in the immediate dark, but sensed him more than she saw him. Her heart palpitated.

Again, Todd shouted from the bathroom, sounding angry. Maybe he didn’t dare climb out of the slippery tub.

Brian’s voice resonated in the hall, drowning out the drumming of raindrops on the roof tiles. “Wait a sec, Todd, I’ll get a flashlight. Anne, are you all right?”

Oh. A simple question, but the fear of discovery hit her like a punch in the gut. She choked, trying to reply.

“Anne?” His tone held a hint of worry. Footsteps came down the hall, with the soft, tentative grazing of fingers on the wood-paneled wall and the familiar sound of her husband’s breathing.

Time to get a grip. “Y-yes, I’m fine.” Her voice echoed somewhat, as if amplified by the dark emptiness.

“It was just a lightning strike, baby. It cut the power.”

“I know.” Though no one could see, she nodded.

A deep intake of breath before her caused the hair on her neck to stand. She resisted the urge to lift her hands and feel around in the blackness.

Micaela, get away from me!

She couldn’t believe he dared stand there, with her husband so close. Maybe he trusted not to be seen. Or maybe he didn’t care. She remembered his incredible arrogance outside, on the bicycle, how he’d kept his hand locked on hers.

A tiny piece of metal scraped the wood panel in the hall to her right. Brian’s wedding band. So near the door.

Her throat tightened. She needed to make Micaela get back. She clenched her sweaty fists and searched the nothingness for some idea of how to make him move.

  

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

 
 

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Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

 
 

Coming out 1st October!

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Blurred Reality (a Nathalia Hotel novella) by Megan Slayer

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When the band takes a hiatus, the boys will play…

When Jacen Goodwin’s band, Disaster Transport, crashed in Dallas and ended up at the Nathalia Hotel, he never expected to find his heart’s desire. He wants to stay in his adopted home city, but he loves the roar of the crowd as well as their adoration. Can the star drummer step away from the buzz of fame long enough to grab what he needs with both hands or will the lure of the crowd be too much?

Matt Walker knew from the moment he got involved with Jacen that their relationship was temporary. Jacen’s a celebrity and he holds the position of the sexiest eligible bachelor of the band. Even if Matt saw a future for him and Jacen, the odds aren’t in their favor. But he can hope, right? He’s been head over heels in love with Jacen since the moment they met.

Can these two opposites make a go of their fledgling relationship or will celebrity and the challenges of fame keep them apart?

This book has been previously released at Blurred Reality by Megan Slayer, part of the Dallas Fire and Rescue Kindle World. It has been revamped and re-edited for this edition.

 

Warning: M/M, Anal Sex

 

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Excerpt:

Matt couldn’t hear what Jacen said, but his facial expression telegraphed plenty. Jacen slashed his hand through the air and he shook his head. Matt busied himself with straightening the counter space and trying not to watch Jacen. Fuck. How could he not? The man featured in his dreams and had become his favorite spank bank material. He swept his gaze over Jacen. The denim shorts hugged his hips and accentuated the strength in his legs. Jacen rubbed the back of his neck with his fingers and flexed his upper body.

Jesus. Was Jacen trying to turn him on? If so, he’d accomplished his mission. Matt plopped onto the stool and pressed his knees together. Blood rushed to his cock and his mouth watered. Just a few touches. Kisses. He didn’t want much. Really.

“Mother fucker.” Jacen whipped around and held his phone in a white-knuckled grasp as he strode back to the desk. “He’s a piece of shit. Where are those peas?”

Matt offered up the bag. “Whoever it is, I hope you lit into him.” He shut the laptop down, then moved the device to the lower portion of the counter. “Better pick up your key before you forget.” He slid the card across to Jacen. “Have a good night…well, a better one than you’ve had so far.”

“Huh?” Jacen glared at Matt and plunked the bag back onto his bruise. “Are you here all night? I thought Cady hired on people to work the desk so you and her weren’t stuck.”

“She did, but this is my night. I have to earn my keep somehow.” He grinned to hide his displeasure. “I can’t feed my music and running habits without some source of income.”

Jacen tucked his phone into his pocket and lingered at the counter. “Want some company? I came here to work on music, yeah, but that wasn’t the only reason.” He offered up the bag. “I’ve melted this.”

“I’ll stick it back in the freezer. No problem.” He gripped the melting frozen food. “Stick around a moment in case anyone comes in and I’ll put it back.” He left Jacen alone long enough to put the peas in the fridge. He’d probably make them for lunch the next day instead of wasting them. When he returned, Jacen had rounded the counter.

“All good?” Jacen asked.

“I’ve got lunch for tomorrow.” He tensed. “Thanks for holding down the fort.” He expected Jacen to leave, but instead, he crept closer to Matt.

“I didn’t just return for Rory and the music. I came here for you, too.”

“Me?” He frowned. “What?” He had to be hearing Jacen wrong. No way Jacen meant that.

“Uh, yeah. You.”

Copyright© 2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

 

About the Author:

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm Sign up for the newsletter here: http://ymlp.com/xgjmjumygmgj

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COVER REVEAL: The Boyfriend Mistake by Charity West

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Publisher: Evernight Teen
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Release Date: October 2018

All Mya ever wanted was to date golden boy Prescott Monroe, captain of the football team, loved by the entire school. But when she gets her wish, it isn’t long before she realizes that things are not all as they seem. The guy everyone in her school loves is hiding something, and there’s a darkness in his eyes that only she seems to see. Can she get away before it’s too late?

Ryder James has earned his label as Central High’s bad boy, and he relishes the title. It gives him a different girl at the snap of his fingers, and more parties than he could ever hope to attend. But the one thing he’s always wanted and knows he can never have—the untouchable Mya Henderson.

Until one fateful morning Mya’s world changes forever, leaving her completely shattered, and Ryder suddenly isn’t the bad boy everyone’s warned her away from. Instead, he’s her knight in shining armor.

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ABOUT CHARITY WEST

HarleyWyldeAuthorCharity West is a young adult/new adult romance author who has always had her head in the clouds. She had her first crush when she was four, and it lasted for six years. Then she quickly fell head over heels for another boy, until she had to move away and leave him behind. Jumping from one boy to another, she finally found a keeper when she was twenty, and she’s been married to him ever since.

By the time Charity was twelve, she was sneaking her mother’s Harlequin romances and reading them in secret when she was supposed to be asleep. Teased throughout middle school and high school for the bodice ripper covers on the books she openly read in class, she knew that one day she wanted to write her own happily-ever-afters.

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Closing Montage by Thea Landen

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Edwin Crawford is dying. His suffering is made even worse when he considers how he’ll be leaving behind his wife of over four decades. He contacts 1Night Stand and instructs her to communicate with Madame Evangeline in the hopes she’ll find another man and won’t be lonely without him.

Abigail refuses to entertain the idea of pursuing a romance with anyone other than her husband. When Edwin continues to insist she use the dating service he found for her, she eventually agrees. But he should realize, she reasons, once she makes up her mind about something, she’s determined to do it her own way.

With Madame Evangeline’s help, Abigail plans the perfect evening. Through the use of virtual reality, she can take Edwin anywhere she wants, across the world and back in time, without him having to leave home. It’s their last chance to remember why they were so deeply in love for so many years. Even though she defied his wishes, can she convince him to go on one more date?

 
 

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Excerpt:

“You know what our problem is?” he asked.

“Mm?”

His other hand let go of mine and dropped to my waist. “We dance like old people.”

I rolled my eyes. “Edwin, we are old people.”

“Hey, we’re middle aged at best. Or worst, depending on how you look at it.” His feet stopped moving. “Either way, age seems rather irrelevant tonight.” In a flash, he spun me around so I faced in the opposite direction. I let out a squeak of surprise as his fingertips dug into me. “So, you know what we should do?”

The fire returned to my face, and I swallowed. “What?”

With a firm grip, he jerked me toward him, our bodies colliding. “Dance for me like you did at the bar, both earlier this evening and all those years ago.”

I glanced back over my shoulder, one eyebrow arched. “Are you serious?”

His lips grazed the edge of my ear as he whispered, “I always did like watching you move.”

My heart pounded. I tried to remember the driving rhythms of the music at the club, and pretend I was wearing something sexier than a sensible skirt and low heels. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back as my body swayed to the beat only I could hear.

Edwin placed his hands on my hips, guiding me backward as I danced. I rubbed against him, reliving the first time we’d been crushed together in the crowd at the college bar. His palms skimmed up my sides, and he let out a low hum of appreciation. I stiffened when he pushed my short gray hair out of the way and brought his mouth back to my ear. “Keep going.” The rasp in his voice accentuated his demand. “You feel fucking amazing.”

His wicked words drove me onward. I reached behind me to stroke the side of his face as I exaggerated my movements, gyrating against him like the passionate, free-spirited young woman I once was. He tried to stifle a groan, and his solid erection pressed into me from behind. Sensual cravings bubbled inside me. I refused to relent.

Broad palms roamed over my body, gliding across the thin silk with ease. His hands rose to cup my breasts, his fingers sinking into my flesh. Electricity shot through my core, and I gasped.

He ducked his head down to kiss my neck. As he nibbled at the delicate skin, he swiped his thumbs over my nipples, coaxing the stiff buds through the glossy fabric. A whimper escaped my lips. With a devilish laugh, he increased his pressure.

Another rush of arousal interrupted my provocative rhythms. The smoldering ache between my legs grew as I stood trapped in his arms. He kneaded and massaged, fondled and teased, his teeth nipping at the most sensitive spots at my throat. The entire time, his thick cock pulsed against me, a constant reminder of his own desire.

Edwin abandoned my breasts to inch down over my stomach. His hands arrived at the top of my skirt, and I shuddered. He traced along the edge with one finger, his touch blazing hot through my blouse. My head lolled back on his shoulder, anticipation coiling in my muscles. At long last, he slid one hand down the front of my skirt.

The movement sent the remote I’d tucked inside the waistband clattering to the floor. The sound made me bolt upright, but his grasp on me remained steadfast. “Leave it,” he growled.

 
 

Author Bio:

Author Thea Landen

Thea Landen lives in New York with her husband and two children, where she strives to encourage creativity and passion in all those around her, and uses writing to help inspire. Though she reads and writes in nearly all genres, she has a special fondness for science fiction, fantasy, and adventure and anything that pushes the imagination beyond its usual limits. When she’s not writing, or thinking about writing, her hands and mind are occupied by either yarn crafts or role-playing games.

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Che bella #SexySnippet from High-Risk Fever

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Happy Sunday! Sexy Snippets are seven sentences taken from a work in progress or published book, brought to you every Sunday.

Today, I give you a sexy snippet from my erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which just got a new gorgeous cover and will be re-released very soon with an additional chapter! ❤

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“I’m freezing.” Micaela rubbed the goose bumps on his arms. Before Anne could react, his hands shot to her bathrobe and opened it. Cold air from the room brushed her exposed nipples.

With a gasp, she put her hands on her breasts and closed her eyes, couldn’t or didn’t want to see his reaction.

His breathing hitched, too. “Che bella.”

“Stop it.”

He stood still for a moment, short, regular pulses of heat drifting to her from his breath. With a sudden tug, he slid the warm fabric off her shoulders, leaving her nude.

   

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Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

   
 

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Digger (Fallen Gliders #3) by Lynn Burke

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Digger is one badass bastard hell-bent on protecting his Fallen brothers–no matter the cost. He’s also ugly as shit, scarred for life by one of the men who gang-raped his mother. Born of violence and only wanted by women for his massive cock, he lives an unfulfilled life while secretly yearning for more.

Maci Irving is his opposite, a kind-hearted soul who wants to care for everyone she meets. She’s also one of his brother’s flavors of the month. Fuck the world, and fuck the dark sedan tailing him everywhere he goes—once he claims a taste of her he’ll do everything he can to keep her.

With his heart in her hands, can he convince Maci to stay with him and become his old lady, or will his violent lifestyle and its consequences end up to be more than she can bear?

 

*Be warned: Multiple partners (MFM), anal sex, double penetration, bondage

 

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Excerpt:

“Capone said you could make me forget my own name,” she whispered while running her hands up over my chest.

My pecs flexed on their own beneath her firm touch. “Is that what you want?”

Lower lip sucking between her teeth, she nodded. Wetness coated her eyes, and fuck the goddamn ache that knifed through my chest. “You’re sure?”

“Yes,” she whispered, pressing closer so her pussy rested against my straining cock.

Fuck, did she tempt me like no other woman I’d gotten my hands on. What she needed was rest, strong arms to hold her close as she slept.

I slipped my hand up over the back of her tight t-shirt, beneath her silken hair to hold her nape. “If you want to stop, just say so, and you have my word that we will.”

She leaned in and kissed me.

Mind fucking blown.

Soft and pliant, sweet yet minty … goddamn did I fall under the beautiful witch’s spell. Rather than take control and plunder the ever-loving shit out of her mouth, I held back, tracing my tongue along her lips rather than fucking her mouth. She opened to me with a sigh, and I gently threaded my fingers through her hair, angling her head.

My arm banded around her back, tugging her closer until her pert tits pressed against me. Slow rolls of my hips against her pussy tightened my balls and made her whimper against my lips.

Two pairs of fucking jeans in our way … and my brother I’d forgotten about.

I tore my mouth from Maci’s. Eyes hazed over, she stared at me, swollen lips parted.

Capone sat back in my chair, legs spread, hand sliding over his bulge, a smirk on his face. Fucker loved to watch almost as much as he loved to get his dick wet.

I massaged the back of Maci’s head and wiped the moisture off her lower lip with my thumb, torn over doing the right thing by taking a rain check until she was in a better frame of mind.

She flicked her tongue out, and I slid my thumb into her mouth without thought.

Goddamn. I groaned as she swirled her tongue and sucked. My cock jerked, and she ground her pussy against me. “Christ, woman.” Swallowing back another groan, I grabbed her ass in my palms and stood. Fuck it. I’d give her exactly what she wanted and then some. I just had to trust she’d stop us if it was too much.

Maci wrapped her legs around me as though they belonged there.

I nodded toward the hallway, and Capone hopped out of his chair to lead the way. He dimmed the lights as I knelt on the bed, sliding Maci to the center. She clung to me, but I pulled back onto my haunches.

Pale hair spread over my pillows, pulse in her neck fluttering, eyes wide and filled with need. The desire to see her like that every day of my fucking life welled over me like a nine-foot wave.

Should have freaked me the fuck out. Shouldn’t have enjoyed the satisfaction sizzling through my blood. Mentally, I pulled back, telling myself to keep my suspicions in place. Keep myself safe from rejection.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I said, running my fingers up her thighs, over her hip bones, under her shirt. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric, tight buds calling out for attention. I palmed her tits beneath her shirt, and she arched into my touch, lower lip once more between her teeth.

“You like my hands on you.”

“God, yes.” She gasped as I rolled both nipples between my fingers.

“Capone?” I scooted back and flicked the button on her jeans as my brother climbed onto the bed and took over where I’d left off with her tits.

Maci gasped as he closed his mouth over her nipple, t-shirt and all, grasping the back of his head to hold him close.

A muscle in my jaw flinched to see his mouth on her, but our time together was for her pleasure, fulfilling one of her fantasies—not getting my balls twisted with jealousy.

She doesn’t belong to you, I told myself while sliding down her zipper.

Yet, another voice whispered in my head, clenching my jaw.

 

© Lynn Burke 2018

 

Other books in this series:

Nicky, Fallen Gliders #1

Hawk, Fallen Gliders #2

 

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Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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Snow by Erzabet Bishop


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Fairytales can bite…
To look to the future, sometimes you have to unearth the secrets of the past.
Snow longs to find a true love of her own, but when her father returns from war with a new bride, her carefully planned out life slips through her fingers. Her new stepmother, the Queen, harbors a dangerous secret. One malicious kiss sends Snow tumbling into a sinister landscape of dark desires and a new manifestation that can save her or destroy everything she’s ever held dear.
Darkness can hide the most sultry of nights.
Gideon and his men guard the king, but even they can’t protect him from his murderous new bride. When the castle falls prey to the Queen’s ire, they find themselves under the spell of the moon. Can they harness their new reality to protect the newest target of the Queen’s wrath, or will they once again be victims of her unholy power play?

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The new Queen stood in front of the fireplace, her hand on the ties of her gown. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and smiled, knowing the King’s gaze followed her every move. It had taken her years to reach this place, to claim the blood-right her sister had stolen from her so many years ago. The King watched her with lust in his eyes, no different than any other man. All it had taken was some small manipulations and a lost battle for her to come to be in just the right place for him to save her.
He was a fool, but then she expected that. A pair of breasts and the opening between her legs would give her everything, but first she would take her time. Her body lush with the essence of her victims, she tempted him, and he had succumbed. Now all that was left was to share herself with the man who would be her future. For a few mere hours.
“Do you find me attractive, husband?” She loosed a tie and the dress fell further down, revealing more of her pale flesh, until it slipped from her lithe form, pooling into a heap of discarded fabric on the chamber floor. She edged closer to him, letting the glow of the fire outline her body in the dimly lit room.
“Come here.” He jerked her forward so she landed hard against his chest. Crushing her lips against his own, he fumbled with the opening of his breeches, taking out his cock. A chill blast of air slid through the room, and he shuddered against her.
“Is that your wedding gift to me then?” She pressed her lips to his and wrapped her hand around his shaft. “This hard pike?” She manipulated him back against the bed, knowing full well the power she held in the palm of her hand. She squeezed his shaft and brutally released him, shoving him back.
The surprised expression flitting across his features quickly changed to anger. He laid there, his member exposed. “You dare.”
She climbed on the bed, rubbing her breasts and body up over his legs until she reached his cock once more. Wrapping her fingers around it, she smiled as he moaned, all but moldable clay in her hands.
“I dare much, highness.” She mounted him and impaled herself on his cock, taking great joy in the gasp that sprang from her husband’s lips. “This night is only the beginning.” Her nipples tightened against the chill of the room, but with each thrust of her hips, she grew warmer, and her magic stronger.
“You…” He tried to rise, but she slammed him back down, grinding herself into the root of his cock. “Ugh!” The King groaned, his eyes fluttering as his body toiled, twisted in the confines of the spell she’d wrapped around him.
“Yes. I am all that you desire, in this life or the next. Spill for me, my King. I have need of your soul.” She ground into him, rubbing her breasts against his chest and kissed him, her teeth catching on his lip, drawing blood.
“No…”
“Oh yes. Fuck me harder.” She rode him. Deeper and deeper, her tendrils of power sank into his body until the slack look on his face betrayed his vanquished spirit.
“Foul bitch. I’ll kill you.” But the words rang hollow as his strength poured into her.
She laughed, her pussy tightening around his cock as she pounded him into the bedding. 
“Everything you have. Everything you desire, my King. It shall be mine.” She leaned down and gave his lip another vicious bite at the same time she lifted her body from his, only to slam down hard on his length once more. “I’ll take what should have been mine long ago.”
He came with a shout, his hot seed jetting inside of her, then slumped down against the bed sheets never to rise again, jaw slack, his head lolling to one side.
The Queen rose from his body, letting it fall where it may. She sauntered to the trunks that held her belongings, running her hands over the tops of several. “There you are.” Pressing a hidden lever, she opened it to reveal an overlarge mirror set in a gilt frame. She stood in front of it, the mirror revealing her lush curves and now even tighter skin. The cool chill of frost crept across the chamber wall and her lips curved up in a diabolical smile.
Beautiful. There was no one to compare with her. No one at all. Her red hair fell to her thighs and she ran her hands along her concave stomach and shapely breasts.

“Now, let’s see who is the fairest in the land.” The mirror panned to a young woman with long dark hair and plentiful curves. She saw her sister in the girl and her rage knew no bounds. “I should have ended your life on that night in the wood, the same as I ended your mother’s.”




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Erzabet Bishop is a USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author of paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Houston, Texas and when she isn’t writing about sexy shifters or voluptuous heroines she enjoys playing in local bookstores and watching movies with her husband and furry kids.
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Give me #MWTease from High-Risk Fever

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Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases!

This week’s tease comes from my erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which just got a new gorgeous cover and will be re-released very soon with an additional chapter! ❤

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Cocoa mug in hand, the gorgeous Italian followed willingly, walking next to her on the bare floorboards with the grace of a panther. They entered her small peach bedroom with the dark-wood furniture.

He sniffed the air and glanced at the ruffled bed sheets with a grin, black eyes sparkling. Could he tell Brian and she had just had sex?

She chose to ignore him and opened Brian’s closet. Her husband was a big man, and his clothes would be large for the two guys, but they had no alternative.

“What do you want to wear?”

When he didn’t answer, she turned to him.

He stood in front of the full-length mirror beside the bed, bending to remove the bicyclist pants, his bluish but very sexy ass pointing toward her. His long, black locks hung like a curtain, hiding his face as he struggled to pull the spandex down his shivering legs.
After a few groans of frustration, he straightened and gave the bundle of wet clothes on the carpet an irritated kick. At the same time, his reflection in the mirror showed the full length of his masculine body. Skinny, but with neatly defined muscles in all the right places, suntanned and beautiful and, by God, sporting a magnificent cock. Dark, just like she’d thought.

She swore the penis grew before her eyes, thickening and lengthening, a fascinating metamorphosis, sending a sharp signal of lust between her thighs. She blinked, believing she must be dreaming—but, no, this perfection of a male specimen stood in front of her, tempting the hell out of her hungry body.

With a deep breath, she let her gaze travel upward from the half-erect organ to the hairy, muscular chest, and farther up to his handsome, grinning face.

Grinning! Yes, above a self-satisfied smile, a pair of black, smoldering eyes met hers in the mirror.

Oh, no. She quickly looked away. The picture of dear Brian making love to her earlier flashed in her mind. The way he’d finally attempted to satisfy her in bed outweighed any issue she might have with him. How could she then behave like this, openly admiring the aroused body of another man?

Micaela gave a low, teasing chuckle. “What is problem, you no like?”

Of course she did, but she refused to admit her interest.

“Don’t you?” He tilted his head, teasing.

“I’m a married woman, Micaela.”

“Is easy. You like or no like.”

She glanced back with a severe look. “You can’t talk to me like that. Do you understand?”

He frowned. A shiver ran through his body, and he tightened his jaw. Wrapping his arms around his trembling torso, he threw a sideways glance at the tempting bed sheets before looking back at her. “I’m cold.”

She shrugged. “You should take a hot shower.”

“No, Todd still there.” He nodded toward her bathrobe. “Give me.”

What?

      

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

     

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Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

    

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So touching, her chest ached #SexySnippet from High-Risk Fever

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Today, I give you a sexy snippet from my erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which just got a new gorgeous cover and will be re-released very soon with an additional chapter! ❤

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Lost in thought, she barely heard the low voice behind her.

“Anne?”

She spun and stifled a gasp.

The handsome Italian stood cross-armed in the doorframe. Despite tired eyes and cold clothes glued to his body—spandex pants leaving nothing to the imagination—his lips were flushed in contrast with his pale, damp skin, and he exuded the same charismatic self-confidence as earlier.

He smiled. His first gesture of kindness since they’d met, so touching, her chest ached, and so surprising, it took her a while to recover.

   

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A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

   
 

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Talk Dirty to Me #MWTease from High-Risk Fever

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This week’s tease comes from a GLBT ménage I’m about to re-release with a new cover and an additional chapter 🙂

    

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“Talk dirty to me.” Legs apart, Anne writhed, her back pressed deep into the mattress by Brian’s heavy body. Soft heat from the bed sheets enveloped her, and her husband’s warm skin touched hers in all the right places.

Low moans drifted from another room. One of the tenant couples. Outside, a symphony of sounds revealed Mother Nature’s fury. Rain hammered on the roof. Violent wind tore at the closed shutters, making them clatter against the frames. Thunder boomed in the distance as the storm moved to a neighboring village.

Brian grunted disagreement into her ear. The tip of his thick, hard cock poked at her entrance, teasing. One thrust and he would slide in, but she wanted more than the usual fucking and moving on to other family matters. She wanted hot, she wanted dirty.

S’il te plaît.” She pressed her hands against his hips, stopping him from penetrating her. “Say porn stuff to me, first.”

He grumbled, moving his nose down the side of her throat, his excited breath leaving a trail of moist heat on her skin. “Why? We don’t usually…”

Why? Because—dare she even think the thought?

It’s because of those ebony eyes. I can’t get them out of my mind.

The teasing eyes of a Latin beauty on a bike, staring at her in a haze of naughtiness and shameless seduction.

How pathetic, really. All day, the memories had haunted her, each time making her breath catch and her chest ache. And each time, she’d pushed the vivid images away and forced herself to concentrate on everyday life instead.

But now that the familiar, musky scent of sex filled the dimly lit bedroom, and her husband lay on top of her, eager to introduce his hungry erection into her wetness again, she couldn’t help bringing the Italian back into her mind.

She had to be delirious to allow such a violation of acceptable conduct—infidelity. Her cheeks colored.

A lusty female scream flared through the thin hall walls separating them from the other lovers. A moment later, a male groan.

Anne listened, and when silence settled, she replayed the sounds in her mind. Jealousy stung. Several times, Brian had brought her close to the edge, making her whimper with pleasure, but never this far. She wanted to scream like that woman, wanted to experience a real orgasm like her.

The black-haired bicyclist could do it to me, I’m sure.

Just thinking about it made her pussy muscles contract. Her husband didn’t need to know why. It would be her small secret. The first and only.

    

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Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

    

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My Life to Take by Magali A. Fréchette

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MY LIFE TO TAKE

by Magali A. Fréchette

A Demon’s Love Book #2

Everything Celina thought she knew was a lie.

Her husband’s murder, her family’s religion…nothing was what it seemed. The avenging blood on her hands is barely dry, but she’ll do whatever it takes to save this unshakable proof of their love. Even swallow her terror to fulfill the bargain that was sealed on a bed of lies.

But there’s little time for tender reconciliation. Demons are being murdered, their mutilated bodies marked with cryptic threats only Celina can decipher. When visions of the massacres plague her at every turn, Kai sends her back to the human world in the care of the demon she fears most.

Secured in Shiriki’s high rise, she must uncover her own shrouded history. The key to saving the dark realm lies in her past, but an angel with a diabolical mind may lead to their destruction.

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She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “I’m fine.”

“And how are you feeling about us?” he asked quietly.

She took a deep breath. “We have a lot to work on for the next while, but we’ll do it together.”

“We will certainly do many things together,” he said with a lewd grin.

In less than a second, he stood naked, his muscles rippling in the low lighting of the room. She ran her hands against his hard chest, her pulse racing as she stared at his pale skin.

Mine.

The word resonated inside her mind as she felt him invade her thoughts. He growled as he pressed her body against his, kissing along her neck as she closed her eyes. He felt so good, and he was hers as much as she belonged to him.

“Your body, soul, and life are mine.” His tone darkened. “And although I never had a soul of my own, though my life is endless, you have all of me.”

Before she could respond, he took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside. She moaned as he cupped her breasts, her nipples hardening under his touch. When he tugged at the hard peaks, their lips parted, and she let out a harsh breath.

“I want you.” The words left her in a whisper, a plea from the need pulsing through her.

He lifted her in his arms and carried her to their bed, sitting her on its edge. Despite his gentleness, an animalistic expression flashed across his face as he stared. He crouched in front of her and glided his hand along her thigh.

Heat filled her, burning so hot she was sure she’d combust. Licking her lips, she parted her legs. Her throbbing increased when his gaze traveled to her sex. He stared with such carnal desire, she was sure she’d orgasm.

“You are so beautiful … and no one else will ever touch you.” He kissed her inner thigh and trailed his tongue across her skin, nipping along the way as she gasped.

Letting herself fall onto the bed, her chest heaved as her stomach fluttered. He licked her swollen lips, and she trembled under the pleasure of his touch. He flicked her clit, and she whimpered. “Please.”

His muffled groans against her wetness had her trembling, and she writhed as he sucked hard on her pink flesh. She grabbed hold of his hands holding her hips, digging her fingernails into his flesh, crying out.

“Your screams are as delicious as you are, dove.”

Running her fingers through his hair, she tugged, so he’d look at her. He growled at being denied, his gaze darting to her sex as he licked his lips.

She panted. “I want you.”

He stood. Feathers flew around him, black as night. Within seconds, the feathers falling around him dissipated into smoke, leaving Kai in his true form. Her demon.

The horns on his head held the same red arcane symbols, glowing brightly. He folded his black wings as he took a step closer, the darkness behind his red irises sending a shiver down her spine. Her chest heaved as she crawled farther onto the bed and reached her hand out to him. She wished she had the words to tell him how much she loved him, but showing him would be better.

He chuckled as he got onto the bed, even kneeling he towered over her like a looming shadow waiting to pounce. “You do not need to use words. I can feel it radiating off you as easily as I smell your lust.”


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A Virtual Kiss by E.D. Parr

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Hunky Nate Hathaway can’t resist the lure of private Virtual Reality rooms in a new Internet café that opens on the street where he works. He’s lonely and intrigued by the VR program offering a boyfriend experience. After only one date, Nate is hooked on Jason, the sexy, kind VR character.


Jason Graeme is the computer wizard behind the hot new VR programs. He’s a risk taker, smart and gorgeous. He’s also the body model for the boyfriend. A twist of fate brings Nate to his attention. Determined to meet dishy Nate, he reveals who he is.

Passion sizzles between the two men as they fall in love. 

Trouble is Nate’s not the only guy in town who uses the boyfriend experience.

 

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“Hi, babe. It’s great to see you.” The guy greeted Nate and then kissed him.

Nate’s entire body went into meltdown. The kiss was so real he grabbed the VR man and pulled him close, crushing against him.

The man returned the kiss but gradually drew away. He held Nate’s hand and brought him to a table outside the café. “Let’s get coffee. Did you eat yet? You look tired.” He reached out a hand and swept gentle fingertips down Nate’s cheek.

Surprised at the comforting gesture, Nate closed his eyes for a second to soak up the touch. He opened them and gazed at his VR boyfriend. “I’d like to hear about your day. I’m not hungry, coffee’s fine.” What will I call him? Does he have a name or do I just assign him one? Hell, he is gorgeous.

A server brought coffee. “How lovely to see you again, Jason, and you’ve brought Nate along tonight. The usual for you both?”

Nate blinked under the beaming smile from her. How does it know my name? Must read the credit card or Cory keys it in when he sets the room going.

She placed their cups on the table.

Jason. Nate smiled at his VR man. Yeah. I like that—a mythical name for an unreal guy.

Jason locked his gaze with Nate’s. Attraction and desire flared unmistakably in the cobalt eyes.

Nate’s stomach clenched. He leaned a little forward to take in the affection from his boyfriend’s expression. Comfort, warmth, and gratitude mixed with the urgent need to kiss Jason again. He looked down at the table, unsure how to go on.

Jason stood and pulled his chair along next to Nate’s. He sat and slipped an arm around Nate’s shoulders. “Hey.” Jason held his jaw and lifted his head. “Kiss me.”

Nate looked into the blue eyes.

Jason’s lips met his. He merged his mouth on Nate’s in a soft press then lingered, dotting little kisses on Nate’s parted lips, before slipping his palm around Nate’s head and deepening the kiss.

Overwhelmed with the tenderness and sex in the kiss, Nate pulled away and stood. “I have to get back to work.”

Jason stood, too. He made a grab for Nate’s hand. “What, tonight? That’s unusual. Will I see you tomorrow?”

Nate stared at the gorgeous man, shocked at the realistic way Jason’s voice held need and worry.

“Yes, of course. I better go now.” Unable to resist, he hugged Jason close. It was just as if he held a real man to his body. He soaked up the feel, let go of Jason, and strode to the wall where the door to the room had been. The VR scene provided a row of shops along the wall. As the dreamlike quality of the experience remained, Nate sighed and tried every one of the handles on the doors, until one swung inward and he charged out of it into the corridor. His credit card popped up from the device slot. Nate snatched it. He put it into his wallet as he walked the length of the corridor.

Cory drank coffee from a paper cup at his desk. He gave Nate a wave. “See you again.”

Nate passed him, dashed up the stairs, and raced along the corridor to the young woman’s desk at the entrance.

He called, “Good night,” walking quickly by her, and wove through the tables and computer desks until he pushed open the glass door and stepped into the evening air.

Nate froze in the cool breeze. He breathed deep. This was real. The café building behind him was cream brick, chrome, and dappled glass, the bank over the street serious gray stone blocks with an ATM inserted along one wall. Nate stalked along the sidewalk glad of the traffic nearby, happy with the occasional blast of carbon monoxide until he reached the entrance to the subway. He went down to the platform.

On the train home, he gazed ahead as he hung from a ceiling strap surrounded by late commuters. It’s as if I’ve been with a real person. I can just about feel his mouth on mine. Fuck, he’s hot. I wish he was real. Should I go tomorrow?

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