A sex overdose #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 ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which recently re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. After watching the two bicyclists playing with each other during the night, Anne is having a weird dream.

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In her dream, hard cocks of all sizes, shapes, and colors proceeded before her eyes, as if on display in a store.

Confused, she looked around and found herself naked in a large, white-tiled bathroom with four men standing in a row under shower heads. Instead of water from the nozzles, rain fell through the open roof, enveloping her with icy liquid, clattering on the tiles. Hair dripping, the men stood with the pallor and apathy of mummies, shivering from the cold, water running down their faces, open mouths gasping for air like fish on land.

The lights went out with a terrifying bang. Her heart skipping a beat, she blinked. In the next second, she was kneeling on the same floor. The men stood in a circle around her, their erect cocks poking at her, some straight, some bending sideways. She stared in disbelief and took the nearest one in her hand, stroking it, before looking up to the guy’s face. Oh God, she recognized Todd’s bedazzling emerald eyes. Shocked, she let go of his cock and turned to the guy next to him. As she took his erection in her hand, she realized it was the one she’d previously seen in a mirror. Micaela’s. With a gasp, she dropped it and glanced at the next in the row. This one she knew well, her husband’s, with the familiar purplish color and protruding vein on the underside. She turned to look at the guy standing next to him, an elderly man with white pubic hair and a heavy belly, and Papa stared back, clear, blue eyes wide with shock!

Anne woke from her nightmare with a small cry of terror. For a frightening moment, she gasped, as if on the verge of drowning.

Darkness filled the room, though less black than before. Thin light from cracks in the wooden shutters made the furniture discernable. But the authorities hadn’t fixed the power yet. If they had, the ceiling lamp would be lit.

The storm still raged outside, shaking exposed treetops behind the house. Heavy rain hammered on the shutters, thrown there by gusts of wind.

Exhaustion grounded her to the mattress; she didn’t want to move a limb. Sleep hadn’t done her any good. The images from the dream had already faded, but she knew what was messing with her mind.

Too much sex in one day. I’ve had a sex overdose.

She would need to take it easy from now on, try to get her life back to normal. And that meant staying the hell away from the handsome bicyclists.

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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Shockingly exciting #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 ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which is re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. After watching the two bicyclists playing with each other, Anne needs her own release…

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Thanks to the divinities, who surely were her accomplices tonight, the wood gave no more creaks.

Annee reached the landing and went back to the bedroom, feeling her way through the blackened hall. Except for the continuous rain on the rooftop, the entire house had quieted. Again, she laughed, unable to believe the scene she had witnessed while everyone else was asleep.

Unmistakably wet, the crotch of her sweatpants stuck to her pussy. She could only hope Brian wouldn’t wake when she joined him in bed and get the excellent idea of fucking her in the middle of the night.

Head buzzing, she reached the bedroom and found the bed. He lay on his side of the mattress, snoring peacefully.

She took off her sweatpants and left them in a bundle on the floor. Her cunt sizzled with need, impossible to resist. She moved a hand to her inner thighs and slid a couple of fingers inside her hot wetness. God, so warm, so ready. The two boys had worked her up good.

As she stood alone at the bedside in the dark, her fingers glided in and out, mimicking the slow strokes of an erect cock. Heat rushed through her like a strong wave of warm water washing over her on a sandy beach in the sun. She trembled, and her thighs clenched tight around her hand.

Stifling a gasp, she closed her eyes and knelt on the soft carpet. She had to finish this. Her arousal had built since Micaela so shamelessly kept his gloved hand on top of hers after she helped put his bike upright, his black, self-confident eyes sending her an open invitation. How bold, with her husband standing at her side!

The imaginary cock stroked faster. Another wave of heat, stronger, more ruthless, charged from the deepest part of her pussy and invaded her stomach. A low moan emitted from her throat, and she shut her mouth.

The need for more stimulation grew, delicious and painful at the same time. Her clit felt ablaze, demanded to be touched. Now.

She slid the other hand behind her ass, between the round cheeks and down to the fleshy folds of her cunt again, replacing the slick, working fingers. She moved the first hand toward her clit and, with the palm flat on the tiny bundle of nerves, circled and pressed in a steady rhythm.

Micaela standing nude and hard before her in the complete blackness of her bedroom while Brian came down the hall was shockingly exciting. But nothing beat the intense effects of the scene downstairs.

She imagined their two hard, glistening lengths playing with her now, one fucking her fast from behind and the other rubbing her clit with long, expert strokes.

That did it. Anne’s inner muscles spasmed around her fingers, sending warm juices along both hands. Intense delight rushed over her like fire, making her jerk back and forth. She held her breath and clenched her teeth for fear of waking Brian.

Oh God, Brian.

His soft snores filled the otherwise silent room.

Trembling, she blew out the air she’d held and concentrated on calming. She removed her hands, found the bundle of clothes on the floor, and dried her sticky fingers on the soft fabric of her sweatpants. Beads of sweat rolled between her breasts and down her spine while she waited out the aftermaths of her orgasm.

Her head spun as if she were drunk. She couldn’t place a thought next to another, but it was fine. All that was expected of the hostess now was to go to sleep. It had been a long day.

She got up and reached for the bed. The sheets had grown cold in her absence. She snuck underneath with the ease and grace of a cat.

Still, the mattress moved. Brian’s snoring stopped for a few seconds then picked up again.

She buried her heavy head in the pillow and took a deep, relaxing breath. Vivid memories of Micaela and Todd arousing each other bombarded her mind, but she didn’t have to wait long before sleep took over and brought her far away, to another world.

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?

Links:

Get the book on Amazon.com, Amazon.ukBarnes & Noble, KoboiBooks, and Smashwords.

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

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His Touch by Dulce Dennison

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Pyk never thought he’d find his destiny deep within the shadows of the dark forest.

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Pyk doesn’t fit in with the light Fae, no matter how hard he tries to conform to the ways of his people. He craves things, dark things, that no light Fae should ever think about, much less desire. At four hundred years old, he thinks he should have things figured out by now, not still be feel like he doesn’t belong. Until the day the dark forest calls to him…

Prince Llewellyn was banished from his home long ago, his deformities too much for even the dark Fae to handle. Nearly forgotten, he’s lived in isolation for five thousand years. Stories of the monstrous Fae prince have become fodder for nightmares to scare Fae children into obedience. But Llewellyn lives, and he’s lonely. When a light Fae comes to him, Llewellyn demands that Pyk bow and submit. He only means to keep Pyk long enough to ease the ache of being alone — he doesn’t count on falling in love.

When others want to destroy Pyk and use him to start a war with the light Fae, Llewellyn knows he must do everything he can to protect his mate, even if it means going home. Now that he’s found the perfect Fae to give in to his dark desires, he’s not letting him go.

WARNING: contains bondage, spanking, sex toys, anal sex, and a bit of darkness. If you don’t like over the top hot scenes between two sexy fae males that may melt your e-reader, then this book isn’t for you.

Purchase October 19th at Changeling Press

Pre-Order for October 26th at Amazon, Barnes &Noble, iTunes, and Kobo

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CHARACTER INTERVIEW WITH PYK

Being a Light Fae, what was it like knowing you were different from the others? That your desires were… darker?

Pyk: To be honest, I always felt like I needed to hide who I was. I knew that no one would understand. Sex with others of my kind was all right, but I was never left satisfied. There was always something missing.

When you went into the dark forest and saw the prince for the first time, what did you think?

Pyk: Going into the forest made me a tad bit fearful, and yet I was compelled to go in there. I don’t think any force could have stopped me. The first time I saw the prince, he was wearing a beastly glamor with glowing eyes. I’m a little embarrassed to admit that I was attracted to him even then. The sheer power in his body made me crave things I knew only someone like him could give me.

What’s the most challenging thing about being with Prince Llewellyn?

Pyk: I don’t know that there’s anything challenging about being with him. Llewellyn demands obedience, and when I, shall we say deviate from the path, he’s only too happy to punish me. Is it wrong to admit that sometimes I misbehave in hopes that he’ll punish me?

Now that you’ve found the dark half to your light, what’s next?

Pyk: Well, I guess we’ll live happily-ever-after. That’s what I would like to happen anyway. I’m sure someone will come along and try to take the throne from Llewellyn, but they’ll fail. I’ve never met anyone more powerful, and he’s got to be the eldest fae alive. I foresee many days and nights tied to his bed as he gives me everything I’ve ever desired. (wink) I’ve never come as hard as I do when Llewellyn takes charge. He’s such a sexy beast.

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Magick swirled through the air as spells were thrown with arcs of color and light. Pyk scowled at the juvenile behavior as a puff of pink smacked him across the face, the magick settling over his skin leaving tingles in its wake. He shook it off before trudging across the field. Magick pelted him, making his temper spike with every spell. It was wasteful, and was going to draw the wrong kind of attention to their small gathering.

A breeze teased the tall grass and made the leaves rustle. His gaze was drawn to the dark forest, a place where monsters and evil lived. Even the bravest of souls who entered were never seen again. It was said that a beast lived in the forest. Eyes black as pitch, horns the color of brimstone, and a soul that was badly damaged. Young light fae were told to never enter the forest or the monster would eat them, bones and all.

Pyk was too old for such stories, but there was something sinister about the dark forest. Whispers reached his ears, a calling that was hard to ignore, as the voices beckoned him closer. He’d taken three steps toward the forest before he jolted back to awareness. Unease skittered down his spine, a feeling of dread overcoming him, as if he were being watched. Nothing moved from within the forest, and no animals made a sound. It was said that any creature who survived the dark forest became twisted and evil, like the monster who ruled over the territory that lay in shadows and mist.

A glance over his shoulder let him know that no one else was wary of being so close to so much danger. They laughed and played, acting as if they were ten and not two hundred. Part of him envied them. It had been so long since he’d felt carefree. When was the last time he’d played or had fun of any kind? They joked and called him an old man, but Pyk wondered if maybe he had aged before his time. He was only four hundred, still quite young, but being different from the others had given him more of a cynical view of the world. He knew if any of the light fae knew what he really desired, they would shun him.

The whispering grew stronger, drawing his attention back to the forest. Tendrils of black smoke danced and reached for him, pulling him closer. His heart thudded in his chest and his mind screamed for him to back away, and yet his feet carried him closer. The sounds of the laughing fae behind him dimmed as the whispers grew more insistent. The forest was closer than ever before, the darkness luring him in. A scent teased his nose, something rank and rancid. The stench of rotting flesh made him gag and he stumbled back a step.

A black, clawed hand reached from the darkness, wrapped around his wrist, and jerked him into the forest. Pyk stumbled and fell to his knees, the decaying leaves of the forest crumbling under his weight. His gaze lifted, following a pair of black leather boots, pants that molded to strong thighs and an impressive bulge, and a shirt as dark as the endless night sky. Despite the fear he felt, his cock responded to the pure strength in the male standing over him. Looking further up, all he saw was darkness where a face should have been, and the glow of red eyes. Horns curled toward the canopy, tipped with a silver metal.

He should run. Scream. Do something to get away, but there was a pull he couldn’t ignore. His cock throbbed in his pants, and he wondered what sort of spell the creature had cast over him. Other than the horns, claws, and strange face, he had the body of a fae. Stronger than most, broader perhaps. Beautiful. Pyk stared at the expanse of the creature’s chest and he wondered what it looked like under all the black clothing.

The claw-tipped fingers tightened on Pyk’s wrist and the creature began dragging him through the dark forest. Pyk stumbled to his feet and trailed after the figure, his magick sparking then fizzling at his fingertips. Fear pulsed through him combating his growing lust, and he reached down deep, trying to pull from the well of his magick to no avail. Either his fear was too great, or the creature held some sort of power over him.

Darkness closed in around them as twigs and leaves crunched under their feet. The air grew colder, and there was silence around them, as if even the twisted creatures who lived in the forest were afraid of whoever was holding him captive. As much as Pyk wished he was back in the field, he still felt that pull he couldn’t ignore. A mixture of curiosity and desire spiraled through him as he tried to study the figure hauling him through the forest.

A clearing came into view, and with it, a tall castle. Pyk would have frozen in place had the dark figure not been dragging him along. The gray stone structure reached toward the sky, shadows clinging to it, and vines climbing the sides. The massive doors opened as they approached, as if welcoming their master home, and Pyk wondered if his life was about to end. Being led to the evil being’s lair couldn’t be a good thing.

The stones under his feet absorbed the sounds of his boots as he crossed the threshold. As they trudged further into the castle, the doors behind them swung shut, just as soundlessly as they had opened. It was an eerie feeling, and Pyk couldn’t shake the sensation of his skin crawling. Magick swirled through the air, dark and heavy, its hands twisting and reaching for him. The mysterious creature led him further into the castle, the halls seeming to bend and move on their own. Another set of doors opened as they approached, and the creature dragged him further inside, climbing steps to a dais.

Pyk was released and nearly fell face-first onto the floor. He landed on his knees, and waited for his fate. The figure sprawled across a wooden throne, and with a wave of a clawed hand, light illuminated the room they had entered. As the warm glow bathed the creature, the shadows of his face cleared and Pyk was struck dumb by the most handsome fae he’d ever seen. The red eyes changed to a silvery gray, and as more of the creature’s cloaking spell cleared, Pyk realized he was looking at a dark fae.

Long, black hair cascaded over the fae’s shoulders, and slightly pointed ears peeked through the strands. The horns remained, and Pyk realized they weren’t part of the illusion. The fae’s hands really were tipped with claws, even though his fingers looked normal otherwise. Pyk had never heard of a fae surviving in the dark forest, and now instead of being afraid, he was intrigued. His gaze scanned the figure, and he bit his lip at the bulge that still pushed against the male’s pants. It seemed the desire he’d felt wasn’t one-sided.

“Who are you?” Pyk asked.

“Prince Llewellyn.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

With an overactive imagination and a penchant for making up stories, was it any wonder Dulce Dennison decided to be an author? From cowboys to shapeshifters, she has a story for them all, but her passion lies in writing m/m romances. Dulce believes in love in all shapes and sizes, and that everyone deserves a happily-ever-after.

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Snarl (Esposito County Shifters 3) by Nicola Cameron

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Can a lone wolf woo and win his very own kitty girl, or will he get turned into cougar chow?

Jack Hawthorne is an Alpha wolf shifter and former SEAL who lost the leadership of his pack while serving his country. Kate Chandler is a cougar shifter with no sense of smell and a deep-seated distrust of fated mates. When these two are thrown together at the Cougar Ridge Ski Resort in Esposito County, NM, Jack realizes that the sharp-witted, beautiful female is his heart’s mate. But her injury means she can’t smell the truth, and her father (and Jack’s former commanding officer) has made it clear that Kate is off limits.

Now, Jack has to convince Kate that they’re meant for each other, win her father’s approval, and get the local wolf pack to accept him. But as every SEAL knows, the only easy day was yesterday.

Excerpt available here.

  • Paranormal, Erotic Romance
  • Word Count: 30,000
  • Heat Level 4
  • Published By: Belaurient Press

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Reviews

Rated Five Stars. “Ms. Cameron did a wonderful job with Shifter Woods: Snarl and I’m eagerly awaiting the next installment in the series.”
– Amazon review


Where to Buy

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Excerpt

Kate arched her back, pressing a lace-encased breast against his hand. “I seem to remember you saying something about SEALs only needing one hand for bra hooks. Want to prove it?”

Jack’s grin could only be called predatory. He slid a hand under her spine, the pressure of her bra band easing as he undid the hooks. “Less than five seconds,” he said smugly. “That’s a new personal best.”

“I’m impressed.”

He rested his hand on her ribcage, thumb and index finger cupping the underside of her breast. “Oh, trust me, I can do more than that.” Bending down, he took the fabric of her bra in his teeth and tugged it loose, exposing her. “Woof,” he mumbled through the material before spitting it over the side of the bed.

She chortled. “You animal.”

“Guilty as charged. God, you’re gorgeous.”

Leaning down again, he ran the tip of his tongue over one dark pink peak, delicately flicking it. It hardened, the pleasure arrowing between her legs and making her inner muscles clench. “Ooooh.”

“You liked that?”

“Oh, yeah. Do it again.”

He did, licking and suckling while his fingers teased the other nipple, rolling it before giving it a soft pinch. She melted into a happy puddle under his talented attentions, feeling his own arousal growing as the ridge in his jeans pressed against her lower thigh. Sliding her fingers into his hair, she gently scratched his scalp before slipping down further and touching his ears. She heard/felt the rumble of pleasure as she ran a fingertip over the curve of one ear. “These are so cute. I bet your team nickname was Wolfman.”

He He let a nipple pop out of his mouth, the air cooling it quickly. “No bet. They’re round, but the cartilage never folded over completely so they look pointed from some angles.”

He She repeated her caress and was rewarded with a soft hiss. “They’re also sensitive.”

He “Yeah, they are—Kate.” Her name ended on a gasp as she traced the edge of the soft cartilage. “Baby, you keep doing that and I won’t be responsible for what happens.”

He “So don’t be. Give it all to me. I want it.”

He He leaned up, capturing her mouth in another of those lush, greedy kisses. “I’ll give it to you, everything you want,” he said against her lips. “But let me enjoy this, okay? I’ve been dreaming of you since the day I saw you.”
She made a wordless noise of agreement. He returned to her breasts, giving both her nipples the slightest teasing bite before kissing his way down her stomach, her navel, until he reached the waistband of her jeans. “Permission to take these off, ma’am?”

He She stroked his hair again, enjoying the softness of it. “Granted.”

He He made quick work of the button and fly zipper, sliding the tight denim down and stripping it off her legs. She was grateful she’d worn the matching panties to the bra, a pretty bikini style with lace around the edges. He sat back on his knees, licking his lips. “Fuck. Blue lace. That’s my favorite, baby.”

He She shifted one leg, opening her thighs in unmistakable invitation. “You haven’t even seen the best bit yet.”

He Even in the room’s dim light his smile glowed. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a cocktease, Ms. Chandler?”

He “Mm, it may have been mentioned once or twice.”

He He slid his fingers under the blue satin, sending a shiver of anticipation across her hips as he slowly pulled her panties down, tossing them to the floor alongside her bra and jeans. The coolness of the air chilled the hot, damp flesh between her legs, and she sucked in a shuddering breath when he ran his fingertips over her outer lips. Bringing his hand up, he sniffed it with delight. “Oh, yeah. You smell so good.”

He In any other situation the reminder of her disability would sting, but now all she could feel was a wriggling sort of glee. “What do I smell like?”

He He inhaled her essence on his fingers again. “Like salt mixed with something tangy and sweet. I’ll be honest, it’s making my mouth water.”

He She rubbed her foot along his side. “Well, if it smells that good…”

He Growling softly, he slid down between her thighs, wedging them open with his shoulders.

“Hmm, yummy” #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 ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which is re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. Anne is caught watching the two bicyclists playing with each other…

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Curiosity gnawed at her. She needed to look, wanted to know for sure.

Inch by inch, she turned, careful not to make the step squeak again. She bent her knees to see underneath the ceiling and gazed at the guys on the couch.

Behind the dancing candlelight, Todd’s emerald eyes were wide and set on her.

Her heart jumped.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She loathed it, loathed herself.

Meanwhile, Micaela’s head kept bobbing up and down in his lover’s lap, oblivious to her gaze.

Nausea tightened her stomach as she stared, holding Todd’s look. Sweat formed under her armpits, and cold droplets glided down her torso, meeting the waistband of her pants.

She couldn’t define what his steady, intelligent eyes were stating. In the dark, the flickering candle flame reflected his pupils, but he didn’t blink once. Maybe he just didn’t mind her seeing him getting sucked by another man.

She needed to leave.

The same moment she made up her mind to turn around, he threw his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. A long groan of pleasure escaped his parted lips. Arching his whole body, he grabbed a fistful of Micaela’s long, black hair and yanked backward.

The Italian gave a throaty chuckle, but didn’t stop. As if encouraged, he moved his hand from the base of Todd’s erection to beneath the waistband and inside his pants. Though she couldn’t see him, she knew he was cupping Todd’s balls and fondling them, all the while expertly working his lips and mouth on the hard cock.

Pulling harder at Micaela’s hair, Todd grimaced and began to groan in rhythm.

His imminent release transfixed her. Heat filled her lower stomach. Jesus. She swayed on the stairs and leaned against the wall to steady herself.

Micaela brought his other hand to Todd’s engorged cock. With a playful grin, he withdrew his mouth and kept it open above the tip while giving it short, vigorous strokes.

A few more seconds of pumping, and then came his reward. Todd pressed his hips upward with a growl, and long rushes of thick white liquid ejaculated from his cock into Micaela’s open mouth. As he swallowed, more semen ran down alongside the cock’s head and over his fingers, glistening in the candlelight.

Growling a last time, Todd let go of his lover’s hair and covered his grimacing face with trembling hands. “Oh my fucking God.” He breathed hard.

Indeed. Anne took a deep breath as well and shook her head. Having never witnessed anything like this, she didn’t know what to make of it. Of course, growing up, she’d seen porn magazines that boys secretly brought to school and drooled over behind the building. But these were always photos of naked men and women in all kinds of sex positions, never two men.

Micaela stuck his tongue out and licked the semen spilling down the tip of Todd’s cock and over his hand. Grinning, he glanced up, tossed back his long, black hair, and pulled Todd’s palms away from his face.

Todd opened his eyes and greeted his lover with a feverish look. He leaned forward to kiss him, and they shared new lustful moans.

When they separated, Todd gave his partner a smoldering smile. “Hmm, yummy. Thanks.” He didn’t look at Anne once, seemed to have forgotten she was watching them.

“Your turn.” Micaela spoke in a low, teasing voice.

“Uh-huh.” Todd brought a hand down to his partner’s pants and pulled out a rock-hard cock, pre-cum already spilling from the tip.

Oh mon Dieu.

The situation was getting crazier by the minute. If she stayed any longer, her pussy would begin to leak. She pictured herself leaving a wet stain on the stairs. Ha ha, wouldn’t that be something to explain in the morning!

Enough. She shook herself from the scene and stood. Her inner thighs on fire, she turned and walked up the stairs with the clumsiness of a zombie.

    

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?

   

Links:

Get the book on Amazon.com, Amazon.ukBarnes & Noble, KoboiBooks, and Smashwords.

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

See photos that inspired me to write on Pinterest

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Healing his Medic (The Protectors #1) by Nana Prah

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Title: Healing His Medic

Author: Nana Prah

Publisher: Love Africa Press

Series: The Protectors #1

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense. Military Romance

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Doctor Comfort Djan is looking for salvation after a tragic accident, which takes her to deprived regions where her skills heal the helpless. Until Fate thrusts her as a medic on board a West African military coastal protection ship. Proving herself to the male-only crew is nothing compared to being near one intense naval officer who has her feeling something other than her survivor’s guilt.

Commander Akin Solarin wants nothing more than to do his job, especially when his medic’s temporary replacement turns out to be a disconcerting woman who pushes all his buttons. He runs a tight ship, and doesn’t need captivating and efficient yet aloof Comfort around to keep his heart-rate in semi-permanent overdrive.

Neither can deny the attraction between them, but navigating uncharted personal waters may be the least of their problems when confronted with bold pirate attacks and other vicious unknown dangers onboard the frigate. And when Comfort’s life gets on the line, Akin knows he will do anything to save his medic and heal her battered heart in the process.

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EXCERPT

Akin and Comfort hadn’t spoken since his gruff greeting when he’d had escorted her to the dining hall after work. Not a word during the meal. And yet giddiness threatened to make Comfort giggle for no damn reason when they reached the deck. What was it about Akin that being with him made her feel alive? He was a man, nothing more or less. A big brutish one who commanded with fierce determination and knew how to push her buttons. Yet he’d also shown an empathetic and gentle side. At least toward her, she doubted his men ever saw that aspect of him.

She tipped her back and rotated. “There are so many stars in the sky?”

He caught her by the shoulders when she stumbled. The warmth from his large hands didn’t linger long enough before he pulled them away.

“This is far enough. Don’t get close to the rail.” His deep voice sounded near her ear, sending tingles down her neck. “We don’t want to lose you to the sea. The presence of no lights other than from us, means we can see more stars.”

Glimmering lights overtook the midnight blue dome she normal noticed when she made an effort to observe the night sky. This was different. Even the moon had its own gloriousness. She’d never seen anything more stunning in her life.

She blinked back the burn of tears as she angled her shoulders to look up at him.

Bending his knees he came closer to eye level with a deep grove between his eyes. “What’s wrong, princess?”

Her stomach flipped at the endearment. Clearing her eyes, she swiped the back of her hand at the moisture which had escaped. “It’s so damn beautiful.”

Rising to his full height he nodded. “It certainly is. The combined vastness of the sea and sky makes you realize how insignificant we really are.”

She stared upward. This time she backed into his chest and leaned on the strength he provided. His warmth seeped into her and she never wanted to leave the sanctuary of his body. When had she ever felt so safe? So connected? They stayed glued together even when a guard patrolled past.

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Didn’t mind her voyeurism #SexySnippets 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.

I’m seizing the oppo to send warm hugs and positive thoughts to the organizer of our weekly snippets, the lovely Doris O’Connor, who is currently having health issues. We are many, many to hope you’ll be back with us soon, doll! ❤

Today, I give you a sexy snippet from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which re-released recently with a new hot cover and an additional chapter. 

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Anne couldn’t define what Todd’s steady, intelligent eyes were stating. In the dark, the flickering candle flame reflected his pupils, but he didn’t blink once. Maybe he just didn’t mind her seeing him getting sucked by another man.

She needed to leave.

The same moment she made up her mind to turn around, he threw his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. A long groan of pleasure escaped his parted lips. Arching his whole body, he grabbed a fistful of Micaela’s long, black hair and yanked backward.

     

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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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A strictly private moment #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 is re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. Hearing strange noises in the living room, Anne has snuck down the stairs and discovered the two bicyclists being very busy with each other…

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The truth hit Anne like a slap in the face. So that explained Todd’s hostile behavior in the kitchen, when she was talking to his lover, apparently. He thought Micaela was hitting on her!

Well, he had been.

An array of contradictory feelings assaulted her. She closed her eyes and sat on the stair. This was voyeurism, secretly witnessing two people’s intimacy. Jealousy and deceit, too, as a little earlier, she was the one Micaela attempted to seduce. That, and shock, because she had never before seen two men—

Low moans made her open her eyes again.

The guys were sharing wet, open-mouthed kisses, and fondling each other’s chests and stomachs beneath the pullovers.

Whispering something into Micaela’s ear, Todd snuck a hand down to his own pants, leaned back, and pulled out his fully erect cock.

Oh, God.

Anne stared in disbelief. This was getting seriously pornographic!

Smiling, Micaela moved a hand to Todd’s huge erection, grabbed it at the base, and leaned forward until close enough to touch its head with his half-open lips. His long, black locks slid down his shoulders, glowing in the soft light.

With a guttural sound of excitement, Todd closed his eyes, moved his hand to the other man’s shoulder, and stroked him.

Micaela opened his mouth and licked the tip of the thick shaft, letting his tongue glide around in playful circles before taking the length deep into his throat.

In response, Todd threw his blond head back against the couch, arched eager hips to meet Micaela’s sucking, and groaned. “Oh fuck, man.” He laughed.

Paralyzed, Anne blinked before shaking from her daze. She couldn’t watch this strictly private moment between two other people. Besides, at any moment, Todd could open his eyes and notice her sitting on the stairs. Then, what?

Encouraging his lover with his hand, Todd laughed again, and gasped.

All right, let’s get out of here.

Careful not to make any abrupt movements, she stood and retreated up the wooden steps, holding her breath—but the next stair gave a small, treacherous creak under her weight.

Oh, no.

The sound sent icy fear through her from top to toe, and the hair on her neck stood. She imagined the clank echoing between walls in the darkened living room. Frozen, she held her breath and tried to detect any sound above the heavy rain hitting the asphalt outside. A voice, a gasp of shock, something.

But, no, complete silence lingered behind her.

Maybe they hadn’t heard the noise, and she could walk up the stairs pretending nothing had happened. Or….

Curiosity gnawed at her. She needed to look, wanted to know for sure.

Inch by inch, she turned, careful not to make the step squeak again. She bent her knees to see underneath the ceiling and gazed at the guys on the couch.

Behind the dancing candlelight, Todd’s emerald eyes were wide and set on her.

Her heart jumped.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

 

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?

 

Links:

Get the book on Amazon.com, Amazon.ukBarnes & Noble, KoboiBooks, and Smashwords.

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

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Hidden Cargo (Alien Captors 2) by Sarah Marsh

Congratulations to Sarah Marsh on your new release!


  

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No good deed goes unpunished—or at least it doesn’t for Cassie Decker. Stopping to help someone on the side of the road was the decision that changed the rest of her life, and the one that found her stranded on an alien planet. Lucky for her, she was discovered by two very large, and very green rescuers that offered her a second chance at a new life. All she has to do is find the courage to reach out and grab it.

Deryc and Gage have a comfortable life on the island of Ilya, it may not be perfect, but they enjoy their work and they have each other. When fate reveals an unauthorized female has been hiding right under their noses for over a year, they know they must do their duty to bring her to their government—but can they hand her over to an unknown future when she just might be the perfect female for their clan?

The Goddess works in mysterious ways, but will Cassie and her officers realize what they have found before someone tries to alter their paths forever?

  
 

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Excerpt:

Cassie washed up and changed into a nightgown as Dax settled comfortably at the foot of her bed. She turned out the light and walked over to open a window, letting the fresh air in. She’d always loved falling asleep to the sound of the ocean. Two deep voices entered on the breeze along with the sounds of the surf, causing a shiver to run up her spine, and she realized that Deryc and Gage must still be on the patio enjoying the evening. Cassie sat on the window ledge and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness outside. When they did, the sight before her was nothing short of decadent.

Both men were lounging on one of the large patio chairs. Deryc’s arm was around Gage’s shoulder, and his other hand cupped the other man’s cheek as he took his mouth in a slow and sensual kiss. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched Gage’s hand move leisurely up his partner’s thigh until he rubbed along the thick, hard ridge of Deryc’s arousal.

I shouldn’t be watching this, like some kind of pervert… I’m invading their privacy, but holy hell, I think this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Knowing it was wrong and willing her eyes to close were two very different things, and Cassie had to bite her lip as Deryc’s deep voice came to her on the night breeze.

“I believe you owe me a proper show of gratitude, my mate.” Deryc growled as Gage’s fingers freed the thick cock from the confines of his partner’s pants. “Or did you forget you promised me that this morning?”

“Hmm.” Gage lazily kissed along Deryc’s jaw, his hand now slowly stroking up and down his lover’s cock. “Did I say that? I can’t remember now…”

Deryc’s response was immediate, and it made Cassie gasp as he pulled away and moved to cover the other man until Gage’s wrists were held above his head in each of his strong hands, and Deryc was now straddling his mate’s hips. In the moonlight, Cassie could see his cock jutting straight from his body, the thick length an even darker shade of grey than the rest of him. He towered over Gage like an avenging god.

“Keep your arms above your head, boy.” Deryc’s tone was unforgiving now, and by the look of the large bulge in Gage’s own pants, he enjoyed this game of dominance as much as his mate did. Cassie had never experimented with any BDSM play with Peter, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t thought or fantasized about it before, and now that she had a front-row seat, her body flooded with heat at the idea of being on the submissive end of Deryc’s firm authority just like Gage was now.

Deryc’s hands released Gage and began to undress, revealing his muscular body, the dark skin seeming to almost sparkle in the moonlight. Then he began the same process of removing Gage’s clothing, and the other man bit his lip, but left his arms where they were.

“Cassie could still be awake.” Gage’s words turned into a groan as Deryc’s hand now closed around his shaft, rubbing a glistening bead of moisture over the plump head. “What if she sees?”

“Mmm, think about that, my love.” Deryc’s hand moved faster on his lover’s flesh. “Just imagine those stunning blue eyes, her gaze roving over your hard and aching flesh like a caress. Perhaps she would like to join us even? I see now why you were so enamored with her when you first spotted her. She is quite remarkable.”

Gage only moaned louder at Deryc’s words, his hips pushing harder into the other man’s grip, causing a warm chuckle to escape his mate’s lips. “I see how much you like that idea, love. I can feel your cock buck in my grip as if it were trying to get inside of her even now.”

Holy fuck! Were they fantasizing about her? This time Cassie couldn’t stifle the groan as her pussy flooded at the idea of being out there on that couch with them, and it was so loud she startled herself, jumping back from the window in case her hosts heard it as well.

She needed that shock back to reality. “Jesus, Cassie, what is wrong with you?”

She didn’t want to think she was the kind of person who couldn’t control her own urges, but the fact that she hadn’t been able to help herself from watching Gage and Deryc’s intimate display meant they had much more power over her than she’d thought. Good grief, all she could hope for at this point is that they hadn’t heard her at all.

Pervy, sex-starved human … table for one, please.

   

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Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia, she’s only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five job. She’s a science fiction and romance junkie and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.

Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind…she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish. When it comes to life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.

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An unmistakable moan #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 was re-released on Monday with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. Anne is trying to recoup from the night’s ordeal, but… are things really settled? 

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She was exhausted. And, damn, how thirst scratched at her throat. She should have had a glass of water before going to bed.

She slid out of the sheets with one ear focused on Brian’s regular snoring. Holding her breath, careful to not make the mattress move, she crept out of bed, centimeter by centimeter, until both feet stood on the soft, woolen carpet.

She paused. What if she woke the bicyclists in the living room?

No, she knew the house inside out and wouldn’t make a sound. It wasn’t the first time she’d tiptoed through the place at night.

Blinded by the dark, she felt around for clothes. Cool air from the badly sealed window brushed her naked skin. Outside, the heavy rain clattered on.

She found a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and put them on. Opening the bedroom door, she slipped into the blackened hall, her naked feet treading on cold floorboards. Like Brian a half-hour earlier, she put her hands on the paneled wall to let it guide her.

The four other rooms were quiet. At the end of the hall, dim light from the first floor illuminated in the stairs…and the acrid scent of burning candle drifted to her nostrils, together with the sour-sweet sharpness of alcohol. How odd. Had the bicyclists been drinking?

She reached the staircase. Low chuckles from below made her heart skip a beat. She froze and held her breath. Apparently, they weren’t asleep yet.

Should she continue? That wouldn’t be very smart, would it? Then again, she didn’t want to drink the lukewarm, copper-tasting water from the sink in the bathroom.

An unmistakable moan came next, barely audible above the heavy rain.

Oh.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she crept down the first wooden step, placing her fingertips on the narrow walls at her sides for balance. At the bottom, human shadows moved with the grace of dancers on the nearest wall.

Confident she was invisible in her dark corner of the living room, she silently descended the stairs one after the other with steps as soft as cat paws. At the bottom, she bent her head to see the scene unfolding at the other side.

Atop the coffee table, a white candle burned next to a bottle and a glass, creating a romantic atmosphere. Behind the swirling flame, the two young bicyclists sat close together on the bordeaux couch, dressed in pullovers and sweatpants, entangled. Gentle candlelight caressed their smiling faces as they stared into each other’s eyes, murmuring words Anne couldn’t hear, and… uh… kissing.

 

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?

 

Links:

Get the book on Amazon.com, Amazon.ukBarnes & Noble, Kobo, and iBooks

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

See photos that inspired me to write on Pinterest

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Warrior (Forgotten Rebels 4) by Beth D. Carter

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Hello! Thank you so much for having me on your site today to talk about my release, Warrior. This is book four in the Forgotten Rebels MC, and I’m not sure if it will be the last or not. I’ve got a few projects lined up for 2019, and one of those include a character from this book. That being said, this story was one of my favorites to write.  The heroine, Church, has a dark background, so I used humor to offset her anger and bitterness. And because I have a dry sense of humor (my fiancé calls me the Abbott to his Costello), I really enjoyed all the one-liners I was able to put in.  I really hope you enjoy reading Warrior as much as I enjoyed writing it!

What was the inspiration behind Warrior?

Church was a twin and her sister’s story was showcased in the third book, Take Aim and Reload, so obviously there was that inspiration. When I introduced her character in the first book, I was fascinated with the different dynamics between her and her sister. They’re twins and yet complete opposites. I wanted to do her story justice and I think I accomplished that.

What is the funniest line in the book?

Wow, just one? Okay, the funniest line has to be from one of the characters named Joe-Joe. He’s the humor that offsets the darkness in Church’s past.  One of his best lines is:

“Everything is push button now.  The phone.  The lap top.  Even my damn penis pump is a push button.”

What’s coming next for you as an author?

There is a major character in Warrior who is screaming for his own story, so that’s my next WIP. After that I plan to write a paranormal ménage.

      

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Although Church is a twin, she’s always felt isolated from her sister, Cherry.  Taking over the mechanic garage across the street from The Forgotten Rebels MC ensures that she’s never alone, even though her haunted past makes it difficult for her to trust another person.

Darrell McBryde lost his leg on active duty, changing not only his life but his mind on the clubs drug running business. Taking a stance against it, however, has put him at odds with the other members. In a world he once knew, suddenly he’s a stranger.

Both outcasts, Church and Darrell forge a tight friendship, one that eventually shifts into something deeper. But just as she’s about to reach out to take a chance, tragedy strikes, testing Church’s faith that love and happiness are hers for the taking.

      

Buy link:

Evernight Publishing

     
 

Excerpt:

He couldn’t run or hide, all he knew was he’d spend his last breath defending the woman under him.  And if the enemy came at them, he’d be the first one to end her life in an last ditch effort to spare her the agony and humiliation that the fucking terrorists would inflict.

“Darrell!” she screamed.

He tightened his hold.

“Darrell! It’s okay! We’re safe.  We are both safe.  Please, come back to me, Darrell. Open your eyes.”

Slowly, her words penetrated through the blackened upheaval his mind had trapped him in, the fog hesitantly lifting. He blinked and her face came into focus. The desert faded from the peripheral of his vision until her concerned blue eyes became the center point of his world.

“You’re safe, Darrell,” she murmured, cupping his cheek.  “We’re both safe.”

He took a deep breath and eased the death-grip he had on her arms.  It was only then that he realized he lay half on her, and that he squished her body into the corner of the driver’s seat.

“Jesus,” he muttered, immediately letting go.  He pushed back, horrified to see red marks on her arms where he’d held her.  “I…I…oh fuck. I’m so sorry.”

She shook her head. “Nothing to be sorry about. You were protecting me, weren’t you? From the insurgents.”

Jerkily, he nodded his head and ran a hand over his face.  He shook, not from fear, but from the nightmare that still lingered in his mind.

“A tire blew,” she continued. “That’s all.”

He looked out the window and saw they were on the shoulder of Highway Sixty.  “Tires don’t blow without a reason.”

“I know,” she said.  “I think I hit a large rock.”

Doubt lingered with him, but his emotions were too fucked up for him to think clearly.  “I would never hurt you, Church.”

“I know. You didn’t hurt me, Darrell. I get the difference. Believe me, I do know how to tell between the two.”

“Fuck.”

He cradled his head with his hands and slumped over. He hadn’t had a nightmare or a reaction this strong in quite a while.  In fact, he thought he’d moved past the fear of loud noises. His shrink had certainly thought so. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

“It’s okay, Darrell,” she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve got your back, too.”

He took the moment to not only get a grip on his erratic thoughts and heartbeat, but to savor Church’s brand of comfort. Her touching him was a big deal, and he knew that.  He may not know the reason why she shunned the touch of another, but at the moment, he didn’t care. The place where her hand rested caused a bolt of lightning to shoot straight to his groin, proving that his dick definitely wasn’t broken. He knew he’d always had a reaction to her nearness, but he had never anticipated such a visceral response. He shifted, uncomfortable with the thought that he couldn’t keep his cock under control, and unfortunately his shifting caused her hand to lower away from his shoulder.

     
 

About Beth:

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I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate high-rollers.  I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.

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