Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Crystal Coast Love Connection - #SexySoldier , #Alphamale , #RomCom , Sierra Brave

Crystal Coast Love Connection
Series: Crystal Coast Romances


Can a sexy soldier convince her to give love another chance?


Blurb
After leaving a bad relationship, marine biologist, Jessica Butler has sworn off love and relationships but can’t resist a night of no-strings passion with hunky soldier, Captain Chase Culpepper. Their evening sizzles, leaving Jessica satisfied, but when Chase wakes up alone the next morning, he’s determined to make her his own.

The faster Jessica runs away, the more Chase finds to love about her. What will it take for him to win her trust and her love?
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Excerpt

She fell, her gaze locking with his as her body bounced against his mattress. She watched with anticipation as he stripped off his sweater and undershirt, allowing her to drink in his sculpted pectorals and rock-hard abs. She bucked her hips as her pussy demanded to be sated.
Using one foot, he pushed off his shoe, repeating the process with the other and kicking his footwear out of his way. Jessica sat up, reaching out and grasping his belt buckle. She unfastened it, yanking the accessory through the loops.
Chase tugged at the bow holding her top closed, untying it and exposing her naked breasts. “Nice,” he said, leering while licking his lips.
Jessica inhaled rapidly, pressing her hand against the bulge straining beneath Chase’s slacks. He moaned, and she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, yanking them down over his firm ass. As his pants fell, bunching around his ankles, she grasped his behind, caressing it over his white cotton boxer briefs.
Before she could strip off his underwear, Chase knelt and started taking off her pants. He leaned in and nuzzled her breasts, his lips teasing the protruding nubs. “Mmm,” Jessica moaned. As he sucked, his black spiky hair tickled her skin. She sighed wistfully as she reclined.
Chase striped off her jeans, leaving her wearing only a thin damp purple thong. Her chest heaved as her gaze focused on the swell beneath his undergarment. He was so hard and large the head of his cock was peeking over the top of the waistband. He parted her legs, moving between as he rested on top of her.

Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. She writes across genres, dabbling in a little bit of everything, including ménage and BDSM.  Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.
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Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Love My Fate @daryldevore, #daryldevore, #hotread, #urbanfantasy

Love My Fate




Recipe for heat. Take one human – Capricious Gray – and mix with one Fate – Thall. Add in a dash of jealousy, anger, passion and lust.



6 Questions with Capri Gray from Love My Fate
1. What is your full name and what do you do?
Capricious Gray – Capri for short and to add to that – I’m a Capri-corn.  
At the start of my story I was an executive in a global corporation.
3. How did you meet the man of your dreams?
That’s not easy to answer. The man of my dreams isn’t a man – sort of. We met at a sex toy convention.
4. You obviously have to explain that!
My BFF, Kat, dragged me off to a sex toy convention. Her idea! And I heard this voice ask me to purchase something fun, something erotic and something dangerous. And it just went from there.
5. So, did you buy something fun, something erotic and something dangerous?
Suffice it to say, I made interesting purchases that evening which may have happened due to the consumption of several glasses of champagne.
6. Any advice for the readers of your story?
If you like deep drama that focuses on the angst of modern society – this is so not the story for you. This is my story - an average woman living an average life when out-of-the-blue highly unusual things start happening.
Blurb
What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?
 Daryl Devoré’s latest is a quirky paranormal urban fantasy – Love My Fate.
Corporate businesswoman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. After a mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.
 Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbours the irrepressible need to be with the woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents - a fantasy.
Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?
Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Capri’s Fate. The edition has a new title, new cover and has restored previously deleted scenes.


Excerpt
My erotic adventure began the moment he whispered, "Do you happen to own a pair of red, fuzzy handcuffs?"
~ * * ~
Well okay, it didn't exactly start there. If I'm going to be perfectly honest, I think it started with Kat's text: "Meet me at - insert name of five-star restaurant here."
Kat’s always getting me to take her out for expensive dinners. I don't mind, I'm a highly-paid executive, in a large global corporation, while she's a receptionist in a small dental office. Besides, I like good food and her company.
Kat and I have been BFFs since third grade. We were in each other's wedding parties and cried on each other's shoulders at our subsequent divorces. Now, we're each other's go-to person whenever the mood strikes. Obviously, the mood struck and it involved my credit card. I texted back a reply –"Xavier's. 6 pm."
~ * * ~
Kat waited outside the restaurant when my cab pulled up to the curb. "Timing or what? I just got here."
After the requisite cheek kiss, we stepped up to the Maitre D'. He smiled his I-must-be-friendly-because-they're-guests smile and escorted us to our table. We ordered drinks and chatted. We talked about the weather, her new dress, my job—you know, just old—no, scratch old, put long-time—girlfriend stuff.
After a diet conscious meal, followed by a calorie-loaded dessert, we waited outside for a taxi.
"Do you trust me?" With a goofy grin on her face, Kat's dark chocolate mellowed-from-too-much-wine, eyes gazed at me.
Having seen that innocent demeanour before; it meant nothing but trouble. I was a bit wary. Okay, a lot wary! The last time she'd gawked at me like that and asked the same brainless question, we ended up at a frat house beer slosh during Homecoming and I wasn't in college anymore.
A cab pulled up and stopped. She grabbed my arm and dragged me into it. "Convention Centre."
I slid next to her and shut the car door. "What's at the convention centre?"
"That's the trust me bit." She raised her hands and flicked two fingers up and down at the words trust me.
You have to love air quotes.
I checked my cell for messages then glanced at her. "Is this going to get me arrested? Again?"
She shook her head.
"Is it going to get me hit on—again—by horny, beer-soaked, college drunks?"
Kat giggled.
"Is that a yes or a no?"
"Nope. Not going to tell you. You need to trust me."
Air quotes.
Again.


Bio and Social Media Links
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.
Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two black cats - Licorice and Ginny-Furr Purrkins - and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.















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Tuesday, June 4, 2019

Flawed by Felicity Brandon #DarkRomance #Paranormal #Thriller

Title: Flawed by Felicity Brandon
Series: A Dark Necessities Prequel – Book One
Hash tags: #DarkRomance #Paranormal #BDSM #Thriller
Tag Line: For some love stories, there is no happy ending.
Release date: 7th, May, 2019
Universal Buy link: http://mybook.to/Flawed
Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44552489-flawed





Blurb:
One powerful serial killer. One visceral connection.
One deadly secret that should have stayed buried.

Men like Ethan Reilly should never fall in love. Dark, enigmatic and dangerous, Ethan is the perfect predator until he meets Lily Simpson, a woman passionate enough to placate him and strong enough to surrender to him. 

For a while Lily’s love is enough. 

But the darkness inside Ethan is too powerful to contain, and soon it spills into their burgeoning love affair. As he wrestles with his demons, Ethan must come to terms with who he really is, but if he does, what happens to Lily? Can any love be strong enough to survive a past as terrible as Ethan’s? And what kind of future can they forge from the ashes of his awful admission?

Read Flawed, a Dark Necessities prequel, and discover the making of not one, but two monsters.



Sexy Snippet:



Predator and prey—trapped together in one final, beautiful dance—but only one of them could get out alive.
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Excerpt :
How the hell had this happened? One moment she’d been braced for another night of cozy intimacy with her new lover, and now she was naked and bound in his bedroom, and about to be secured to the coat pegs behind her. Lily’s breath hitched as that realization fell over her. He was going to tie her to the hooks on his wall—like a piece of meat! She inhaled at the thought as the ropes at her wrists tugged her arms higher behind her back. This was getting serious, and while her heart was in her throat with trepidation at the sudden jeopardy, Lily was more than aware that her pussy was soaking with her desire. For whatever reason, her body fucking loved the peril, and there was no increase in her heart rate that was going to persuade her otherwise. The gorgeous man she was so obviously head over heels in love with was doing the basest things to her, and it was driving her wild with lust.
“You might need to bend over to alleviate some of the pressure on those arms.”
His voice vibrated over her, and it took a moment for her brain to catch up with his words. One swift tug of the ropes at her wrists brought her back to the moment though, the awkward motion making her wince until she took his advice and bent forward. The deed allowed her arms to rise a little further.
“Better,” he told her in a curt tone. “But widen those legs. I need you to be able to balance.”
“Yes, sir,” she panted and all at once, her stance shifted to accommodate Ethan’s request.
“Mmmm.”
His tone was croaky as he shifted back in front of her body, but Lily couldn’t see his face this time, only the trousers of his suit, and the drying patch at his groin where her tongue had lapped up his salty fluid.
“You look fucking amazing.”
Lily panted at his words, but this time she had no ability to compose herself. His words seemed like the precursor to something else—as though all of this was just a warm up for whatever Ethan really had in mind, and the thought was paralyzing.
“Sir,” she whispered, though Lily barely recognized the hoarse voice that came from her lips.
“Shhh,” he soothed, and one of those large hands stroked back the hair from her face. “You’re beautiful. My beautiful, good girl.”
She closed her eyes at his touch, tilting her head toward his hand, but in a moment, it disappeared, and she watched his body stalk back in the direction of the open drawer. Lily’s belly clenched at the sight. She didn’t know what he kept in there, but she knew that was where the ropes had come from, so it didn’t bode well. Ethan returned a moment later with two clothespins in his outstretched palm. He seemed to slow his pace as he approached, dropping down to crouch in front of her body.
“Your breasts are so wonderful,” he drawled, falling to his knees as he crawled the short distance to her chest. “It’s only right I get to play with them.”
Ethan didn’t give her time to respond. His hot mouth was at her left breast at once, the suction there producing a low groan from Lily as his hand massaged her other breast.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, struggling to remember to breathe as the intensity of the sensations washed over her. “Sir, please.”
He released the tension, chuckling lightly. “Is that a thank you, sir?” he asked as he glanced up at her expression.
Lily nodded. “Yes. Yes, thank you, sir.”
Their gazes locked at that moment, and Lily could have sworn she saw the devil in Ethan’s dark eyes. The look took her breath away again, leaving her stranded somewhere between frustrated arousal and hypnotizing fear.
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