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Saturday, February 6, 2016

A Look At: The NØ Frat Clause - Naughty Office Romance by H.K. Carlton #EroticRomance @EvernightPub


The NØ Frat Clause - Naughty Office Romance











Temptation ... It's all around us ... the flesh is weak.

Haven't we all been tempted, at one time or another? Sometimes it's just too hard to be good.

Whether it's that rich chocolatey slab of cake alongside a cold glass of white milk while you're on a diet, or that drool-worthy musclebound guy at the gym who you can't seem to keep your greedy gaze from, or the gorgeous young intern, new to the firm, who just needs some good training.

Temptation doesn't obey the rules and though they try their best to fight it, Roger and Lexi, don't either in, The NØ Frat Clause





Blurb:

Fresh out of college, Lexi Wideman lands an entry level job at a lucrative recruiting firm. Only six months into her tenure, she’s offered a major promotion—executive assistant to Roger Kent, the company’s coveted corporate headhunter. Older, irresistible, and ruggedly handsome, Roger Kent turns her into a liquid pool of need with just one smoldering glance. But the opportunity is just too good to pass up this early in her career. Lexi must find a way to remain professional while panting after her boss.

Roger Kent is thrown off guard when the company execs all of a sudden decide he needs an assistant. Perhaps he does, but Lexi Wideman is not the girl for him. She's smart, young, and gorgeous. It's hard enough trying to keep his eyes off her. Working in such close proximity, day after day, it would only be a matter of time before his hands followed.

So much for the No Frat Policy.

I hope you enjoy this naughty tease. A little Love in an Elevator...
(sorry, I just got that song stuck in your head for the rest of the day).


Excerpt:

All of a sudden the lights flickered once again, and the lift jerked.

Lexi grabbed my thigh in panic. “Oh God!”

Oh God was right. Any higher and she was going to get a rock-hard handful.

I wound my arms around her, and we held on as the elevator came to shuddering halt. The lights went out entirely, plunging us into complete darkness. The hydraulic hum of the mechanics powering down droned. Then there was silence except for the clicking of the cables.

“Ohhh …” Lexi said in alarm.

“It’s okay. Take it easy,” I reassured her. “The auxiliary lights should come on in a second when the generators kick in.” But seconds ticked by and nothing happened.

“What’s happening?” she asked, her voice warbling.

“Power outage from the storm I’d say. Guess you were right, we should have taken the stairs.”

“Oh boy.” I felt her take a deep shuddering breath. She shifted, centering her back to my chest, and relaxed into me. I tried to maintain some distance, but there was no help for it, with her perfect little ass snugged right up against my upper thighs. There was no way she missed the massive bulge in my pants. She tensed, but she didn’t pull away either.

I inhaled her familiar scent. Another bad idea. It was just as arousing as the rest of her. She smelled fanfuckingtastic.

Her breathing became erratic. I was afraid she was about to panic.

“We’re okay. Relax.” I ran my hands up and down her arms.

She melted into me.

“Do you have your cell phone?” I asked in a tight voice. “We could use it for light. And-or call for help. At least let someone know we’re in here.”

“No, I left mine at the office. You?”

“I think I tossed mine in the briefcase. It's down here by our feet somewhere.”

A ringing noise made us both jump.

I released her and groped in the dark until I found the little door containing the emergency phone. “Hello?” I answered in a clipped tone.

“What's your name, and how many are with you?” a gruff voice barked.

“Roger Kent. There are two of us. Myself and my assistant.”

“We're working on getting you down. Try not to panic.”

“All right, but can you do something about the auxiliary lighting?”

“The generators should engage anytime now. Sit tight.”

“Okay, we’ll sit tight. As if we have a choice,” I said as I hung up.

From the awkward way I'd been leaning, I straightened up slightly, rearranging my hips back into the corner. “We’re gonna be a while,” I said and reached for Lexi. It was pitch black. I couldn’t make out a goddamn thing. “Where'd ya go? Christ, it’s dark.”

“I'm searching for the cell.” Just then my palm made contact with a nicely rounded hip. Oh fuck, she was bent over in front of me. I followed the soft plump curve as she rooted through the briefcase. I closed my eyes and took long, slow inventory of her shapely backside. I stifled a groan, but it escaped as more of a grunt.

Slowly, she straightened and turned in my direction. The low light from my cell screen glowed, illuminating the space between us.

The tension between us was palpable. She stared at me. Her lips parted. I don’t know what she saw in my expression. One of us made a growling sound. I suspect it was me.

Simultaneously, she dropped the phone and reached for me as I grabbed for her. I sought her lips hungrily as the darkness enveloped us once more. She moaned something incoherent into my mouth.

In a wild frenzy, we nipped and sucked at each other’s mouths, our hands roamed free and greedily. My cock lengthened to painful proportions.

Lexi arched into me, her ample breasts pressing against my upper chest. She squirmed as I tried to gather her sweet backside in my greedy hands. Lifting her, I thrust my hips at her, leaving no doubt as to what I wanted.

In answer, she pressed her pelvis against me. The pressure felt amazing, but I wanted more.

“Yeah,” she cried softly. “Yeah …”

Fuck yeah!

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Author Bio:

H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres, including contemporary, paranormal, historical, family saga and erotica.

H ~ K

I enjoy writing in many different genres. I write where the muse takes me and make no apologies for it. By now, it’s quite safe to say I will never pick just one genre and stick to it. There are just too many possibilities and stories left to tell. Today time-travel, tomorrow sweet historical romance—the next release might be, down and dirty erotica or ménage. I hope you’ll join me for the ride.

Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.

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Friday, February 5, 2016

Now in Audio! Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Three by London Saint James #BDSM @EvernightPub











Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Three
Audiobook
by London Saint James

Audiobook Narrated by: John Thrust

Listening Time: 2hrs 2 min


For thirteen years, Tristan Blackthorn has searched for his lost love, Keira. Has the time for their reunion finally come?

When the ball-busting Patrice Wyngate figures out she’s not happy, she does what she does best—takes control. Yet hearing, “Dance for me” completely changes her life, and nothing will be the same again.

For Zoe Harper, there would be no more dieting. The plain truth of the matter was, her no-good cheating boyfriend could kiss her size fourteen ass. Because quite simply, she found a man who was happy to show her Big Girls Do It Better.

Hadley Cooper, Eric Williams, and Jude Jamison had been best friends forever. Yet, at some point, their time living together would end, each of them finding “the one.” Only, Eric and Jude had other thoughts. They intended to make Hadley
understand—Three’s Not a Crowd.


Be Warned: ménage sex (MFM), BDSM, floggers, spanking

Please Note: This is a series best if read/listened to in order


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Read an Excerpt from Dance for Me:

The 
first time I’d met Mr. Armitage we’d been seated next to each other at a wedding reception. I remember thinking he reminded me of a slightly older version of Travis Fimmel, only with hunter-green eyes, and temptingly tousled chocolate-colored hair. While we’d never crossed paths before that day, we found out during small talk over dinner, we had a mutual friend in the bride.
When dinner was over and the music started, he asked me to dance. I would have said yes, but my time with him was interrupted by an emergency call. Damn cell phones.
The second time I met Mr. Armitage was by complete accident. Not that I ran into him in a grocery store or something. No. It was an accident quite simply because, he was the last man I was expecting to see. Let me qualify. I’d been making some discrete inquiries about an exclusive, member’s only—for lack of a better description—sex club. So, I wasn’t at all prepared when I scheduled a casual meet and greet lunch with the owner of said club, and he turned out to be the
sexy, charismatic man who’d asked me to dance at a wedding reception two months earlier.
After I took another deep breath or two, all right, maybe it was more like three, I opened the door, and stepped into the room where the most handsome man I’d ever seen awaited. Unlike the last two times we met, I was at least semi-prepared for the devastating smile he wore.
It took six steps before I arrived to where he was seated. He watched me approach, his gaze sweeping over me from my black pumps to the top of my head before he stood and swiped his large hand down the front of his deep-purple tie.
“Mr. Armitage,” I greeted, extending out my hand. “I wasn’t expecting you to be in contact again so soon.”
“No?”
“No. But it’s good to see you.”
Damon took hold of my proffered appendage, but instead of a shake, he lifted my hand to his bent head and brushed his lips over the backs of my knuckles in a soft and lingering manner before letting me go.
“Ms. Wyngate,” he said in a voice that slipped over every inch of my body like a
velvet blanket. God. The man’s voice was amazing. Then I was walloped when he met my gaze. I wasn’t at all sure if it was his confidence, his voice, the remaining sensation of his lips on my flesh, or his piercing eyes that gave me the good kind of chills. However, I had to consider it very well may be the combination of them all. “The pleasure is assuredly mine.”
“Please,” I said, gesturing toward a chair. “Have a seat.”
He nodded. “Of course.”
“May I have my assistant bring you something to drink? A Pellegrino perhaps?”
Evidently my question pleased him since he hit me with his pearly whites once more. “You
remembered.”
I don’t think I could forget one single thing about my last meeting with him, not even what he preferred to drink.
“Yes,” I said.
He waved a dismissive hand. “Thank you for offering, but I’m fine.”
“All right,” I said, taking my seat across from him.
“I’ve gone over all the information, keeping in mind what we personally discussed last week, as well what you submitted to me.”
I nodded.
“What you’ve requested is very specific.”
“Are specifics a bad thing?”
He gave a low laugh. “On the contrary. I have found a man whom I believe is exactly what you’re looking for.”
My stomach dipped. “Really?”
“Really,” he confirmed as he reached into his dark gray suit jacket and pulled out an
envelope. “Here’s his personal and medical information.”
Damon placed the envelope on the table and slid it across to me with the tips of his obviously manicured fingers.
“Okay,” I said, plucking it up. “Do you want me to read this right now?”
He inclined his head.
Opening the envelope, I slid the paper out. After making sure I had a firm grip on my control in order to keep my hands from shaking, I allowed my attention to fall to the page I held.
Caucasian Male. 41 years of age.
Height: 6’-2”
Weight: 182lbs
Hobbies: Biking, hiking, racket ball, parasailing, scuba diving.
Occupation: Entrepreneur/Self employed
Sexual orientation: Straight
Family and marital status: Divorced. No children.
Then I read the detailed medical report.
Non tobacco user. Non smoker. Negative for HIV.
There were no sexually transmitted diseases or any type of communicable diseases. No
major or even minor health problems. No family history of mental instability. I even knew this man’s blood type.
My eyes rounded.
Name: Damon Armitage
My head popped up and I looked at him, muttering, “You?”
 “Tell me, Ms. Wyngate. Do you agree with my recommendation?”
I froze. Shocked. In fact, I don’t even believe I was blinking.
“Ms. Wyngate?”
“Yes,” I said, focusing in on his stunning face.
He chuckled. “Would that be a ‘yes’ you agree?”
I carefully placed the paper down in front of me on the oak conference room table, and crossed my hands, sitting them atop the document I’d just read. “I’m. Well.” I cleared my throat. “I’m a little surprised,” I finally offered.
With a tilt to his head as though studying me he asked, “Why?”
“I guess….” I paused, trying to gather my addled thoughts. “I’m not sure. I suppose when I talked with you about what I was looking for; I just assumed you would—”
“Patrice,” he said, stopping my ramblings. “Make no mistake. From the first moment I saw
you walk into Dana and Josh’s wedding reception, I wanted you for myself.”
This statement completely took me aback. Damon was commanding and sexy as all hell,
and I couldn’t believe I interested him. I’m sure the man could have his pick of beautiful, sexually progressive women who knew all the ins and outs of the world he lived in.
“You did?” I asked, still attempting to wrap my mind around him wanting me.
He nodded. “Oh, yes. When you told me what you were looking for, what you desired, I knew you would be mine. There was no way I would arrange for any other man to possess you.” He met my gaze, dead on. “What you’re searching for and what I’ve been searching for are a perfect match. You wish to test your boundaries. Long to give up control. I enjoy having control. Trust me.” His voice had gone low. “It will be my greatest pleasure to give you exactly what you need.”
My mouth went dry. “It will?”
“Yes,” he said, assuredly. “Now. All I need is your agreement.”
I glanced down and studied my hands, and for the first time in my life, I felt unsure. Not of him. I had no doubt he was completely capable of giving me what I wanted. I wasn’t even unsure of myself. It was…Well, I wasn’t sure I could release the words from my mouth that would make this whole thing real.
“Patrice?” he questioned.
“Okay,” I said.
“Look at me.”
I did, struck by the charisma and sexual pull of this man. It surrounded him like an aura of pulsing power, bringing attention to the throbbing ache between my thighs.
“Tell me what I want to hear. Do you agree?”
Straightening my spine, I said, “Yes, Damon. I agree.”
He smiled, wide and brght. “That’s what I wanted.” There was a slight pause. “Tomorrow afternoon you will receive a little something from me via courier.  You will wear what I send. My driver will arrive at your home tomorrow evening at eight o’clock to pick you up and bring you to me at Indigo House.” He rose in a breathtaking fluidity from where he’d been seated. “When you arrive, you will be escorted up to one of the private play rooms. You’ll wait for me there. Understand?”
“Yes.”
He walked to where I was seated and held out a hand. I took it, wrapping my fingers around his and stood. He used his knuckles to methodically outline my jaw, then he tucked his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back. I gazed into his eyes, watching the pupils grow larger and darker, eating up the green of them as though he were starving for me. Longing zipped down the length of my body. Damon curled his palm around the base of my skull—securing me. Two heartbeats passed.
I shivered when he leaned down and whispered, his warm breath bathing my ear in sweet sensation. “Have no doubt. You, belong to me now, Patrice.”
He kissed me. One simple, soft, chaste kiss on the lips. But it was enough to almost bring me to my knees.




 DTD3 Audio
Sample:







What
do people have to say about Dark Tales Diaries?
DTD
1
If you want a great on the go story, this collection is a sexy way to break up the day.
Long and Short Reviews
I thought this book was crazy sexy and very entertaining.
—Up All Night Read All Day Reviews


DTD 2
If you ask me this is a must read, I can't wait for Vol 3. —Kindle Customer
From a mistress with a fetish for her red heels, to a professor indulging in a little play with his assistant on the observation deck, to even an empty nester mom vying for her first big O--yeah,
you read that correctly--there's definitely something for everyone in Ms. James' Dark Tales Diaries volumes. 
—Audible Review


About London
London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them. As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday. A complete list of London’s books can be found on her website  http://www.londonsaintjames.com. You can also e-mail London with any questions or comments at London@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers.
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Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Out Now! FINDING FREEDOM @AuthorLynnBurke #EroticRomance @RoanePublishing

HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY TO 

FINDING FREEDOM & LYNN BURKE!


Finding Freedom
Found by Fate 2
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release Date: February 1, 2016
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Keywords: Erotic, Romance, Contemporary, Menage, Novella, Series


Tessa’s life beneath the strict rules of her parents’ cultish church leaves her longing for independence. Her boring, small-town checkout lane job barely covers the bills, let alone fulfill her wants and desires.

Until the weekly visits of god-like Trent and Brody have her dreaming of a Tessa sandwich with both sensual men as her bread.



Fantasies may be a pastime of the wicked, but when Trent asks her on a date—with both him and Brody—Tessa decides to take a chance, knowing the purity of her soul is at stake. Will these two men be her ticket to freedom – or her one way trip to eternal damnation?






Excerpt

Towel wrapped around me, I peeked out the bathroom door into Trent’s dimly lit bedroom. A T-shirt and shorts lay on his massive, king-sized bed.

I tugged the shorts up my damp legs, but couldn’t get them over my bum. More tears pricked as I cursed my too-much body. Trent’s shirt hung to the middle of my thighs. It would have to do.

Trent lounged beside the blazing fire pit. The sound of trickling water drew my attention to the right. Brody stood beneath the outdoor shower, his round, bite-able backside flooding my mouth with drool.

Tearing my gaze off him, I ambled over toward Trent. He patted the couch beside him, and taking care not to reveal my too-much, naked bottom half, I settled on the cushion and allowed myself another peek at Brody.

“Hot, isn’t he?”

Trent’s low, murmured words whipped my head around. “What?”

“Brody.” He continued to stare at his friend, a smirk on his lips, lust in his eyes. “Just look at that ass.”

Unable to help myself, I did as told while trying to wrap my mind around what Trent had said—and the unmistakable desire in his gaze.

“What do you think, Tessa?”

I swallowed and laced my fingers together in my lap. “I think he’s beautiful.”

Trent made a sound of appreciation in his throat as Brody turned, closed his eyes, and tipped his head back, running his hands through his hair.

My focus zoned in on his long, flaccid penis. Cock, my whore-mind whispered. I laced my fingers tighter and forced my attention on Trent.

He met my gaze and grinned. “Quite the temptation, isn’t he?”

“Enough to make me burn in hell,” I admitted with a whisper.


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“This book is hot!!! The passion between these three is off the charts sexy!! I mean what girl wouldn’t want two men lusting after her?? I need more!!” - Alpha Book Club

“I loved the interaction between the heroine and her two sexy guys.” - London Saint James

“Wish I could be the cheese in this sandwich - 5 stars” - Goodreads Review



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