Friday, November 4, 2016

Human Surrender: Five Dark alien Warrior #Romance #Novellas #NeverEndingTour




Title:  Human Surrender: Five Dark Alien Warrior Romance Novellas
Authors:  Sue Lyndon, Alta Hensley, Renee Rose, Kallista Dane, Aubrey Cara
Genre: Erotic Sci-Fi Romance
Word Count:  175K

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Blurb:
Fierce alien warriors don't ask.
They take, they claim, and they conquer - even when the object of their desires is a trembling human female.

Human Surrender contains five *all-new* dark sci-fi alien romance novellas, brought to you by USA Today and international bestselling authors of BDSM and spanking romance. Featured novellas:
Taking Their Human by Aubrey Cara
Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley
His Human Slave by Renee Rose
Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane
Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon

Publisher’s Note: The books included in this naughty collection are MF and MFM pairings. Though the stories are dark, all have happy endings. **Over 175,000 words of dark romance ~ complete stories with no cliffhangers**

Individual Blurbs:

Taking Their Human by Aubrey Cara


Upon waking in a dimly lit white room, my biggest fear was that I had been kidnapped by a serial killer. I learned there are things out here in the universe much worse than anything on Earth. And, even if you escape, you can never go home.

They’re not kind, these being who stole me and want to use me as chattel. The others—part man, part machine— have claimed me for their own, but I’m far from saved.


Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley

My planet of Unin had all but been destroyed, and what was left was quickly being devastated by civil wars throughout. Everything I once believed, once knew, once fought ruthlessly to protect, had now vanished. Once I was a fierce warrior, and now simply a slave being transported by two brothers to a planet 720 hours away to mutate and die.

A lot can happen in 720 hours…

His Human Slave by Renee Rose


Collared and caged, his human slave awaits her training.
Zander, the alien warrior prince intent on recovering his planet, needs a mate. While he would never choose a human of his own accord, his physician’s gene-matching program selected Lamira’s DNA as the best possible match with his own. Now he must teach the beautiful slave to yield to his will, accept his discipline and learn to serve him as her one true master.

Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane

Left stranded on the hostile world of Cephaia, Commander Cass Randall finds herself face to face with alien twins Ryn and Rom. Seeking revenge on humans for the death of their Mate, the warriors take out their rage and pain on Cass. But they discover the desire they feel for their captive is far more powerful than their anger.


Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon
On my eighteenth birthday, the Kleaxians attacked and killed all the human males aboard the Stargazer. The females were kept as mates or slaves. I was taken as a mate. Lucky me.
The huge alien who claimed me is called Prince Kenan. He says he’ll never let me go—that we are bonded for life. When I defy him, he punishes me in the most humiliating ways imaginable. But sometimes he’s tender and loving. I try to be good so he doesn’t hurt me.
I don’t know what scares me more—that I’ll never escape Prince Kenan…or that I’m starting to fall for my captor.

Excerpts 

Taking Their Human by Aubrey Cara Excerpt:
They’re behemoths.
Trying to calm my breathing, I take them in. Their clothes are made out of material I’ve never seen before, all in black. Their t-shirts look almost normal, but their tight fitting cargo pants seem almost like wet suit material and are lined with body armor- like padding along the front. “I am Cal, and this is my brother Kein,” the one on the left says in English, his voice dark and dangerous.
Twins. So not clones.
As perfectly identical as they are, I instinctively know the one on the right, Kein is the one who called me their mercy. And, lord help me, I had wanted to be just that. I hate myself for finding them the least bit intriguing. They took me when I was out of my mind and had no control. But I was riding some strange tide of lust, and the way he looked at me was so raw. So full of need.
He’s not staring at me that way today. Their matching taciturn stares make me shiver, their faces pulled down in authoritative lines. My gaze skitters away, ending my perusal of the pair.
When I woke up on that horrible exam table, Kein’s gaze filled me with something akin to warmth. I felt comforted. Strangely safe. I’ve kept that with me for days, using it to bolster my strength. Telling myself the lie they may be on my side.
Now, their blank masked expressions leave me on edge. I try to calm my nerves and appear as unaffected as they are. I doubt it’s working.
Thinking about what these powerful strangers did to me I flush. I should feel debased. Violated. In a way I guess I do, but this aching awareness is disturbing in its intensity.
I hate myself as much as I hate them. I want them to go away so I can stop feeling this way. I bite the inside of my cheek.
“We have come to take you to mate,” Cal says.
That’s direct and in no way alleviates my trepidations about them being here. “Why?” My voice trembles. I fist my hands trying to will away my reaction to their nearness. “Why are you doing this?”
“We are Monrok,” Cal says as offhandedly as if the sky is blue and I am an idiot.
“I don’t know what that is.”
“Monrok are the Elite Guard and property of the Zapex,” Kein replies.
Property? They do seem like an elite task force of some kind. Hard edged. Authority oozes from them. How could they be anyone’s property? They have that go, Army roughness about them times twenty. If the Zapex are powerful enough to keep these men under their command, what hope do I have?
“I thought you were humans.” A part of me had been comforted in a way by that fact. The part that knew my circumstances could be worse but did not dwell on how they could be worse.
“We are Monrok,” Cal repeats, seeming perturbed.
My own fuse shortens. “I still don’t understand what that means.”
Cal scowls. “We are the Elite—”
Kein raises a hand. “We will deal with this later.” His deep, rumbling voice makes me shiver. “Come, female.” He steps forward, holding out his hand, offering me the illusion of choice. The gesture is kind, if hollow.
Part of me wants to curl up in a tighter ball and never leave the safety of my mat. But I doubt refusal is an option. Before I can think twice, I take his hand and fight gripping it like a lifeline. He’s not here to save me, but, after days of being scared and alone, that’s exactly what his large hand wrapped around my smaller one feels like. Safety.




Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley  Excerpt:

In moments, you will feel nothing but pleasure. Nothing but intense sexual need.” Cross placed a trail of soft kisses along my stomach. “Relax, Truth. Submit, yield, relinquish your body and soul to me.”
His hands moved along the soft mounds of my breasts, gently massaging my fiery skin. He lowered his mouth to one of my hardened nipples and began to trace his tongue along the tip. I moaned as the inferno slowly eased from my body. Cross continued to lick as his hand caressed my pussy. Two fingers trailed down the wet folds before finding my welcoming entrance. He pressed his fingers inside, causing a gasp to escape my lips. The gold lifeblood from just his fingers sent a surge of healing power through me. I wanted more! I wanted his cock—so full of light.
“Release the pain. Allow me to remove it from your body,” Cross coaxed.
I kept my eyes closed as I tried to concentrate on the sensual feeling of his fingers moving in a rhythmic motion inside my quivering pussy. I moaned with delicious agony, but slowly the moans became ones of pleasure.
He worked his fingers in and out of my cunt while slightly nipping at my breast in his mouth. When I moaned even louder, he moved his lips to my neck, kiss by kiss, lick by lick.
Sucking at my earlobe, Cross whispered, “Do you want to feel my cock buried deep inside of you? Do you want to feel the orgasm I give you course through every muscle of your body? Taking away the pain my brother caused you?”
I tried to reply but was unable to speak. I could only moan and thrust my hips into his hand which was still deep within my pussy.
He lowered his mouth down my torso until he pressed his lips to my awaiting clit. Taking it within his lips, he sucked the remaining pain from my body. I finally opened my eyes and looked down to find Cross staring up at me from between my legs.
“I see in your eyes the pain is gone.” He sucked on my clit some more, causing me to arch my back in need. “Now, it is time to feel nothing but pure bliss.”


Excerpt  From His Human Slave by Renee Rose

He spun the cage back so she faced him once more. “Open cage,” he commanded, and the voice-activated lock clicked. To her, he said, “Come out.”
She didn’t move.
His tone went sharp. “Do not anger me a second time, Lamira.”
Well, apparently he’d already cowed her completely because his words went straight to her chest, creating a sudden tightening and sending her instantly into motion. She hated how easily he’d mastered her. One stupid spanking and she rushed to please him.
She sniffed back the tears and attempted to push up to her hands and knees—no easy feat with her wrists and ankles bound.
“Release wrist cuffs. Release ankle cuffs,” he commanded. They sprang apart but not off.
She backed out of the cage, toward the door, not sure how she would get out until his large hands grasped her waist and lifted her easily to the floor.
Where to look... Certainly not at the prince—her master—although his presence was more than commanding. He stood almost seven feet tall with thick, corded muscles across his chest and arms.
Moisture gathered between her legs.
He looked more warrior than prince. No, he was all king. A warrior king. Earlier, she’d stared at him boldly. Now she kept her eyes lowered, trained at his bare feet. They were no different from hers, except larger and with the brown-purple skin tone of the Zandians. She glanced at her own toes. They were cleaner than they’d ever been before. Even her toenails had been buffed to a glossy shine. How long had she been out?
The prince cupped her chin and lifted her face. His touch was gentler than she expected. She still couldn’t meet his gaze, choosing instead to stare at his thick neck and the part of his bare chest visible beneath his loose, finely woven white shirt. Her fingers itched to touch his skin, to find out if it was as smooth as it appeared. What a strange idea. She’d never thought about touching a male in her life. In fact, she’d avoided males as best she could. This one had her completely discombobulated.
Was his chest hairless? Did he have hair anywhere other than his head? Zander, Daneth, and the guards she’d seen outside all wore their hair shorn close to their skulls. Perhaps their horns got too hot otherwise.
When she’d first seen Daneth, she’d thought the horns ugly, but Zander’s suited him, somehow making him even more handsome.
He leaned forward and opened his mouth. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her fast, his gleaming teeth aimed straight for her cheek. For a moment, she thought he planned to bite her face, but his tongue flicked out, and he licked one of her tears. She caught his scent, a clean, masculine aroma with a slightly exotic spice.
Her nipples tightened; her pussy pulsed. No—she definitely was not thinking about licking him back to see how he tasted.

Excerpts from Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon:

Excerpt 1:

“Please,” I beg, but I don’t know exactly what I’m asking for. I’m desperate and afraid, and the word please is all that comes to mind. Please let me go. Please don’t hurt me. Please say you’re lying about the wormhole.
“You’re rather adorable for a human. And so pretty when you cry.” He cups my face and leans down to kiss my cheeks, but he’s not simply kissing, he’s also tasting. Tasting my tears.
I sniffle and more tears fall. He inhales quickly and a moan vibrates from his throat. It terrifies me he’s reveling in my sorrow.
“I want to go home,” I whimper. Let this be a nightmare. Let me wake up now.
This is your home now, human. The mountains of Tallia.” He rises to his feet and looms over me like a fierce Viking conqueror. “And you belong to me.”



Excerpts from Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane

Excerpt 
     “Apparently your time alone hasn’t quelled your defiance.”
     He dragged her over to the wooden bench, holding her arms behind her back. Rom stepped in front of her and she tensed, ready for a blow. Instead, he grabbed the cloth she’d wrapped around her body and stripped it off, leaving her naked again.
     She caught the flicker of surprise in his eyes when he saw her body. The bruises from Magnus’s beating showed up as huge purple and blue splotches on her torso.
     “So they treat their own women cruelly as well. You must like it or you wouldn’t be so loyal to them. Now - tell us where your comrades have gone,” he repeated.
     “I told you, I’m not one of them. I’m Commander Cassidy B. Randall of the Interstellar Federation. The pirates you’re seeking tricked us and captured my ship...”
     Rom interrupted her, his tone harsh. “It’s too late to make up stories. You confessed to helping them the day we found you.”
     “I entered the landing protocol only because they threatened to kill my first mate,” she protested.
     From behind her, Ryn spoke up. His words hit her harder than the blow she’d been expecting. “You saved your mate - and killed ours.”
     “I’m sorry. I tried to get to a settlement, warn your people.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I didn’t make it in time.”
     “Enough of your lies and excuses.” Rom reached into a pocket, pulled out a handful of rope. “Hold her down, brother. We’ll see if her story changes with a little persuasion.”
     Ryn wrestled her face-down over the waist-high wooden bench. Rom grabbed one ankle, then the other, spreading them wide apart to tie them to the legs of the bench. Then he did the same to her wrists, leaving her spread-eagled with her head down and her bottom high in the air.
     “Get the vela. And the harness.”
     Cass was lost. Apparently there was no English word for one of the items he wanted. Ryn disappeared up the stairs. When he came back, he walked around the bench to face her.
     “This is a vela,” he said, holding out one hand. He held what looked like the tail of an animal. Instead of hair, each strand was a thick strip of hide. “And this is the harness.”
     He showed her what was in the other hand. Leather straps with buckles surrounded an unmistakable phallus. The object, sheathed in a sleek, dark material she couldn’t identify, was eight or nine inches long and as big around as two of his fingers. Cass felt a wave of hot lust pour over her at the sight of it. Even though their scent wasn’t as strong as before, her level of arousal was doubled by having both of them so near. In spite of her vulnerable position, her pussy clenched in anticipation.



About the Authors

Aubrey Cara

Writer of kinky characters, Aubrey Cara is the quiet girl you have to watch out for. A mostly reformed hellion, she resides off the East Coast of the U.S. with her inspiring hubby, crazy kid, and two hand me down dogs. When she's not writing sexy smut she's hiding out reading bodice rippers, repairing leaky faucets, and dodging the PTA.
For more from Aubrey Cara please visit http://aubreycara.com/ or follow on AMAZON and FACEBOOK.

Alta Hensley

Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 selling books in erotic science fiction, humor, BDSM, western, victorian and historical. She writes the naughty... and then the cure for it.
Being a multi-published author in the erotic romance genre, Alta is known for her alpha heroes, sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission. You can find out more about Alta on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads. You can also contact her at hensleyalta@yahoo.com

Renee Rose

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She's hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal, Western and Sci-fi categories and is a contributor to Write Sex Right and Romance Beat. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams. Grab free books from Renee by signing up for her newsletter.
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Kallista Dane

USA TODAY bestselling author Kallista Dane's erotic romances have hit #1 on Amazon in Sci-Fi and Western Erotica as well as making the bestselling lists in BDSM and Contemporary Romance. She loves telling stories about strong, independent women and the hot Alpha males who appear in their lives to deliver a firm spanking when they expect it least and need it the most.
Kallista is happily married to her own erotic Knight. He keeps her supplied with endless cups of Cowboy Coffee when she's writing and plenty of new material for her next naughty scene the rest of the time.


Sue Lyndon

USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes naughty romance in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She's a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she's not busy working on her next book, you'll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate.

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 Thanks for sharing,

Anita




Thursday, November 3, 2016

A New York Minute @EmberLeighAuth #eroticromance


BLURB:

Paige Alexander, successful host of A New York Minute, adores her job and will do anything to save the show that’s her brainchild. But when IBC, fronted by Josh Lambert, buys NYCBC, Paige’s show is cancelled, and her choices are unemployment or a non-starring role on a new show co-hosted by Jerk Lambert, a man who makes her hotter than hell in every way.

Having scaled the golden rungs of the corporate ladder, Josh doesn’t do relationships or complicated. Promised a multimillion dollar payday if he turns Wakin’ Up—the show that replaced Paige’s—into a hit, Josh kisses uncomplicated goodbye when she shows up. The woman fascinates and terrifies in equal measure, and he’s suddenly questioning the value of gold versus the value of her.

Forced together in an Hawaiian paradise, the steam just keeps rising—on set, in the sauna, and in the narrowing distance between them.



EXCERPT:

“I’ve wanted this to happen since the day I met you,” he whispered in her ear, sending shivers up and down her spine.
“So have I,” she admitted, too quickly for her own taste.
He laughed, deep and gravelly. His green eyes sparkled—the mask of his professional façade had completely fallen away. She loved this real Josh above her. He was so boyish yet mature, hard-bodied yet gentle.
“But Paige, I thought you hated me.”
“What makes you think I still don’t?” She placed tiny kisses up and down the sides of his neck. Kissing him removed the veneer of his professional side, allowed her to peer behind the curtain to the soft core inside. A regular guy with power, a west coast boy with dreams. Wiping away the Hollywood lacquer revealed something even more attractive beneath.
“Well, this certainly doesn’t look like you hate me,” he whispered, fingertips trailing down the side of her face, over the dip in her neck, making swirls in the area between her breasts.

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BIO:

Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides near Lake Erie with her Argentinean husband, where they run an Argentinian-American food truck. In additional to romance novels, Ember also writes travel memoirs and occasionally updates a couple of blogs. In her free time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, hops around the world, and eats lots of vegetables.

Twitter: @EmberLeighAuth



Anita

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Blood and Soul, Box Set 2nd Edition, by @KateHillRomance #Erotic #Vampire #Romance



Blood and Soul Box Set 2nd Edition
by Kate Hill
Erotic Vampire Romance
Follow the erotic adventures of the Ancients at Burgundy Peak!
Lust abounds within the walls of Burgundy Peak, haven for vampires. Mortals and immortals alike confront their deepest, darkest fears and desires. Step inside to find out if they’re willing to pay the steep price for true love.
Blood and Soul includes Vampire Master, Vampire Crusader, Vampire Guardian, Intimate Relations, Nutcracker .

Excerpt:
Releasing a slow breath, Woodrow grasped his cane, the handle molded into the shape of a snake, and left his room. Even before he reached the club’s foyer, he heard the bouncer and Herb arguing. The distinctive scent of a mortal in the process of the change hung heavily on the air.
“I do not know or care who you are,” said Onan, a stern old vampire in charge of security at Burgundy Peak. Onan and Woodrow shared the same vampiric creator, Master Zigor, the club’s owner. “You will remove that woman from here immediately.”
“Listen, I know Woodrow is here. I need to talk to him.”
Woodrow joined them in the foyer. “It’s all right, Onan. I know him.”
“You know the rules. The Master allows no changes to take place here without special arrangement. We don’t want it to get out that Burgundy Peak is the place for vampires to bring their mistakes to die.”
“Woodrow, please.” Herb’s voice rose in his panic. “You have to help me. I really screwed this up.”
“She smells normal enough. Onan, how does she look?”
“I’ve seen worse.”
“Master, please!”
Herb must have been frantic to address Woodrow in such an ancient term. Unlike his own Master, Woodrow had never demanded his children call him by such an inflated title. Still, he told all his children stories of the ancient Masters, of the respect they demanded and the power they wielded. Herb only called Woodrow Master when he wanted something outrageous.
“This girl is going to die if you don’t help me.”
“She might die anyway. You know there are never guarantees that a mortal will survive the transformation, especially if the creator is inexperienced.”
“This is my first try. I think I did something wrong.”
“I cannot allow you to stand here in the foyer carrying that mortal,” Onan said.
“Please, please help me. At least for her sake.”
Woodrow’s jaw tightened and he scolded himself for being a fool. “You may bring her to my room. Onan, I will talk to Master Zigor about our problem.”

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About Kate
Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, Kate Hill started writing over twenty years ago for pleasure. Her first story, a short erotic vampire tale, was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then she has sold over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels.
When she's not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out and spending time with her family and pets. She also writes under the name Saloni Quinby.

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Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Bailey's Little Adventure by Summer Graystone #NeverEndingTour #Spanking



Blurb:
Even though she is an adult with a full-time job, Bailey loves role-playing as daddy’s naughty little girl. Nothing is more fun than dressing like a teen and teasing her husband, who is always ready to punish her properly before pleasuring her more than she would have thought possible. When she discovers that he would like to tie her up so that she is completely vulnerable and at his mercy, she trusts him to keep her safe, even when he pushes her past her comfort zone.

But Bailey’s perfectionism makes her insecure about their relationship, and when she makes a mistake that disappoints her daddy she panics and wonders if she could lose him forever. Can he prove to Bailey that even when things get really hard, he will always be there for his little girl with the love, guidance, and discipline she needs?

Publisher’s Note: Bailey’s Little Adventure contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also available as part of a five-book collection entitled Little Haven.


Excerpt:
I wanted him to spank me, let me cry, let out all the stress and tension from the day. But this was unexpected, and it was pretty intense. There were too many emotions running through me, and I was confused.
“Fine. It’s time for your punishment then. You know what to do.”
With something like relief, I went through the ritual of moving to the side, kneeling down, and laying myself across his knees. It was always the same, and it set off the same anticipation inside me. And the same sense of safety. This was what I wanted, and this was how it was supposed to be.
When I had settled across his knees, he set one hand on my back, the other on my ass. I wiggled against him, feeling his cock pressing against my side. It seemed impossibly hard and hot, and it excited me to know I could make him feel this way.
The first hit was hard, and I winced at the sting. My skin was already tingling and this smack lit me up in a way I’d never experienced before. It was still confusing, but being spanked like this was familiar and comforting.
The next smack made me cry out, the pain sharp and intense. Then he rubbed his hand over me, caressing me for a moment.
“You know you’re my little girl, Bailey. And you need to be punished when you misbehave, don’t you?” His voice was low, just as soothing as the hand rubbing my ass.
Before I could answer, he spanked me again, and my answer turned into a gasp. As he gently rubbed my skin, I squirmed as the pain subsided from sharp and stinging into something warm and delicious—like caramel topping on ice cream, thick and sweet, running down over the cool treat.
The heat sank through me, like it always did, pooling between my legs. Instantly I was wet and as much as I wanted the spanking to continue, I was ready for what would come next.
But Ian’s hand came down on me again, quickly followed by another slap, and another. My cries went from gasps and moans of pleasure, to tears and cries. This hurt, it stung, and my tender skin felt like it was on fire. I gritted my teeth, hands clenched in fists, enduring each slap.
“Daddy, please.” I turned, looking up into his eyes. Ian blinked down at me, his hand resting on the burning skin of my ass.
“You lied, Bailey. You know the punishment for lying is this, right?”
I nodded. “Yes, daddy.”
His hand moved in a circle over my ass now, and I thought he was done with the punishment. But then I froze. I wasn’t allowed to ask him to stop. Tears sprung up again, and I looked back to his face.
“I’m sorry… I forgot…” I sniffled. “It won’t happen again.”
“You’re right. It won’t.” His hand came down once more and I burst into tears. “I’m your daddy, Bailey, and I know what’s best for you. I take care of you, don’t I?”
I nodded, sniffling again. “Yes, daddy.”
Beyond the pain, as always, was relief. The tears washed away the adult stress of my day, leaving me clean and free, allowing me space to be the Bailey I wanted to be.
“I’m sorry, daddy. I promise to be a good girl.” I wiggled in his lap, just a little, testing him. Beneath me his thighs tensed, his hips rolling up slightly. It was okay; things would be okay now.
His hand moved lower down, fingers slipping into the cleft of my ass. I wiggled harder, but his fingers stopped. This was what Ian needed: control. Too much independence from me, and he felt lost. I struggled to lie still.
“Good girl.”


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Author Bio:
Hi! So my name is Summer, and I’m a part time erotica author, who attends classes during the day, and writes dirty romantic erotica by night. When I’m not in school studying photography, I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of Florida.
Some fun facts about me are that I love apple martinis (I just turned 21, so I can’t get enough of them) and I love Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, The Walking Dead and Smallville. I’m a gamer girl too. Animals are close to my heart, and I have a 3-month-old bearded dragon named Yoda (he’s green and white) and a spaz of a dog named Nala who is a Terrier/Pomeranian mix, but I digress.
My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end.

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Thanks for sharing,

Anita