Showing posts with label adult erotic romance. Show all posts
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Thursday, August 15, 2024

Passion's Angel by Gabbi Black (Spotlight and excerpt) ADULT title



Passion's Angel

ADULT title

by

Gabbi Black



A couple under stress, a woman alonecan three hearts be better than two?

 

Dustin

My Domme, my boss, my lover… Nadine is all those things to me. Our professional relationship has slid into the personal, and I have no problem with that. Pleasing her is my top priority. When things go sideways at work, I’m not sure how to help…until the answer presents itself in the guise of an angel.

 

Nadine

As a successful marketing executive, I have high standards. Dustin, my submissive and executive assistant, is perfection. But even he can’t solve my latest work dilemma. Then we meet Angelique, and I’ve found the star of my next campaign. Now I just have to convince the young woman that posing for me is in her best interests and, even better, convince her to join Dustin and me in a triad relationship.

 

Angelique

When a gorgeous man asks me to pose for a photo shoot, I’m skeptical. I’m overweight and unattractive, so who would want my picture? Refusing him is easy…but he’s persistent, and I give in. He’ll soon see how wrong he is.

 

Surprisingly, a photo shoot can be fun. Dustin is sweet and kind, and his boss Nadine is incredible. They have the kind of relationship I’ve always wanted, and it's clearly not just professional. I'm sad when the photo shoot is done and I have to leave them and head out into the cold, alone. Then Dustin asks an unbelievable question.

 

This 25k story is an FFM BDSM novella and is part of the Dr. Donna Jennings Purple Passion Reflection for Women Cards series.

 


 






Excerpt:

 Nadine

 

As I eyed Dustin’s pinkened ass, some of my stress fell away.

Some…but not all.

“Want more?”

“Mistress, I always want more.” He wiggled his gorgeous ass. The ass of a twenty-six-year-old.

I had him tied to my spanking bench, and I tapped my crop against my palm. Since we were both morning people, we’d decided on a quick scene before showers and work.

Dustin claimed he liked to feel my mark on him the entire day. Even beyond if I managed to bruise him.

Today, though, I needed him focused. That meant going easy.

After a series of hard strikes, he moaned. 

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Universal link:  https://books2read.com/PassionsAngel

Amazon US:  https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0D9TY4ML3

 



Bio

 

Even though Gabbi Black is a firm believer in happy endings, she makes her characters work for it in every romance she writes, no matter what the genre. From contemporary to BDSM, they are penned early in the morning in her home in beautiful British Columbia while her trusty ChinPoo dog keeps her company. She also writes gay romances as Gabbi Grey.




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Tuesday, December 17, 2019

One Woman Only by Dee S. Knight (Spotlight, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY) RBC ADULT title








One Woman Only

The Good Man Series, Book 2

by
Dee S. Knight

ADULT title


Blurb:  As one of a set of triplets, Jonah always feels the need to make his individuality known. So where his brother Daniel is serious and completely focused, Jonah shuns commitment. Where his genius brother Mark is hailed in the scientific world, Jonah hides beneath a car, tinkering. Thing is, being different isn't all it’s cracked up to be. It takes a woman—the right woman—to make him see that a "good man" can always be a better man. 
Release date: November 2019 
Words: 80,310 
Publisher: Nomad Authors Publishing 
Genre: Erotic romance, HOT






 



Excerpt:

 
 
"May I have this dance?"



Kelly turned at the sound of Jonah's voice behind her. Dinner had ended. All three of the boys had given best man speeches and Eve had even given a very creditable matron of honor speech, considering she had only known Marilyn and Caleb a short time. Lots of toasts had been raised and finally the live band had struck up the music. Caleb led his bride onto the floor for a foxtrot—a dance more than half of the guests had no idea how to do, including her.



Facing Jonah she sighed inwardly at how scrumptious he looked. Sure, his face was pretty much displayed on his brothers' heads, too, but there was something different about Jonah. His nose was just a little crooked from when Bobby Hendricks had broken it in ninth grade and his eyes held an especially bright sparkle when he smiled. Maybe… Well, she didn't know what caused the difference between Jonah and his brothers. Whatever it was, she had never been fooled by the so-called identical nature of the identical triplets. She'd wanted to be his girl since elementary school. Thought she would be in high school. And then she’d forced every last thought of him from her mind from senior year on.



Until now.



"I don't know how to foxtrot."



He shrugged. "Who does except those over fifty?" He glanced at his folks, still alone on the dancefloor, although a few couples were wandering out to join them now. "We can pretend."



She mentally compared standing on the sidelines alone now that Mama Rio left the party, or being held in Jonah's arms. Smiling, Kelly held out her hands. "Just don't step on my toes, Jonah Goodman, or there'll be hell to pay."



"Yes, ma'am." Together they walked onto the dancefloor. He took her right hand in his left and placed his right hand on her waist. Fortunately for them, the music changed to a slow tempo. Kelly laid her head on Jonah's shoulder, and he tugged her closer as they swayed to the music.



"This is nice," he murmured.



"Yes it is," she replied. So very nice. He smelled good. Beneath the light citrus fragrance of his aftershave was a slight whiff of pure man with maybe a twinge of motor oil or something so Jonah it brought tears to her eyes.



He rubbed a path up to her shoulder blades and gave a squeeze. "You fit me perfectly, Kelly."



"I do?"



"You sure do. I think our hearts can feel each other beat."



Kelly chuckled. "Smooth talker. Face to face like this our hearts are on opposite sides."



"Hey! I'm trying to be romantic here."



She sighed. "Keep on. It's appreciated."



"You smell…good."



She felt his smile. Raising her head she gave him a mock glare. "Watch it with those pregnant pauses, buster."



He used his hand to press her head back to his shoulder. "You do smell good, though. This isn't the same perfume you wore in high school. That was—"



"Lilac," they said at the same time. Once more she raised her head to look at him. "How did you remember that?"



"I remember much more than you might think." He turned her and moved her closer to the door onto the patio. "Each spring when lilacs are in bloom memories come flooding back. Does that surprise you?"



"More like shocks me," she said, grinning. And then she laid her head on his shoulder once more, finding she liked it more and more there in his arms. She stepped slightly closer and his arm tightened about her.



"Well, after a while I thought lilac seemed too girlish. I like the vintage scents, so in college I wore Wind Song. Then Shalimar was the scent Brad liked me to wear." She felt Jonah stiffen when she mentioned her ex, and really she didn't blame him. "But when I grew up enough finally to take charge of my own life, I started wearing Chanel No 5. A complex fragrance for what I hope is a complex woman."



"It suits you. Complex and beautiful." He kissed her temple. "Want to step outside for a minute?"



"Sure. It is a little warm in here."



On the patio, they could hear the sounds of the people from the television networks packing up equipment, chatting and laughing. Stars shone brightly in the clear night sky. Wood smoke from someone's fireplace wafted through the air and static electricity fairly crackled in the crispness of the autumn air.



"This is my favorite time of year," Kelly said. "The heat of summer is gone and winter nights curled up with a hot drink and blazing fire are ahead."



"Not me. I'm a summer boy all the way."



"A hothead you mean?" she teased.



"Oh, I'm hot all right." He waggled his brows at her. Kelly laughed.



"I do seem to remember that about you."



"You used to be pretty hot yourself. Still are." He leaned in. His eyes flicked down to her lips. 

 Kelly sucked in a breath. She should stop him, she really should.


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About the Author: 

 A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex. 

Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it. That's how she spends her days. 

Her nights? Well, she's lucky that her dream man, childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are their secret. 

For romance ranging from sweet to historical, contemporary to paranormal and more join Dee on Nomad Authors. Contact Dee at dsknight@deesknight.com. 




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Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Moments of Disarray by Megan Hart (VBB, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY) ADULT title












by 

Megan Hart
Alex Kennedy knows he's a rascal. A rogue. An arrogant bastard. He wreaked havoc on his best friend's marriage by falling in love with his best friend's wife, and now he's trying to move on. Sex, drugs, booze, boys, girls and toys. He's hell-bent on forgetting the past and running toward a future he doesn't believe he deserves, only to discover the truth in moments of disarray.




Excerpt:

He pulled out the first pair of soft pajama bottoms he could find. They were the Hello Kitty pair he ought to have thrown out long ago, and after he tugged them on, he sat on the bed with his head in hands for a long time.

The pajamas made him think of Anne, which made him think of Jamie, and wouldn’t it have been the perfect hour of the night to call the number of the house on the lake and talk to one or both of them? To ask them if he could come…home, Alex thought, and clapped a hand over his mouth to stop the small cry from leaking out. Anne and Jamie’s house could never again be his home. He’d ruined that the summer he’d stayed there, and if it had been salvageable, he’d ruined it again for good after what had happened later, with Jamie. After seeing Anne in Cleveland, Alex knew there was no way he could ever take that sort of advantage again.

“I hope the thought of never touching me again makes you want to die,” Anne had told him that night, but he would die rather than hurt her again. Of all the things in his life he’d messed up, he would never forgive himself for what he’d done to Anne Kinney. Even if she forgave him for it.



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About the Author:
Megan Hart writes books. Some of them use a lot of bad words, but most of the other words are okay. She can't live without music, the internet, or the ocean, but she and soda have achieved an amicable uncoupling. She can't stand the feeling of corduroy or velvet, and modern art leaves her cold. She writes a little bit of everything from horror to romance, though she’s best known for writing erotic fiction that sometimes makes you cry. Find out more about her at her website, or if you really want to get crazy, follow her on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram.













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Friday, May 18, 2018

Waking to Black by V.H. Luis (VBT, guest post, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY) GFT ADULT title




I have the pleasure of sharing a guest post by author V.H. Luis, who answers my question...


ELF: What do you think is the strongest attraction about the genre(s) you like to write in?


What’s with all the LOVE for falling-in-LOVE?
V.H. Luis 

The romance genre in 2013 amassed 1.08 billion-dollars in annual sales. A number which has likely grown since 2013. Who is doing all the buying? According to the statistics outlined on the Romance Writers of American (RWA) website, 82% of romance purchases are done by women.
The truth is I’ve never cared for numbers—words written or read have always been my thing—yet these statistics are interesting to me because romance happens to be what I LOVE to write/read about.
What makes romance so hot? Pun intended… because I couldn’t resist.
Some would argue that because women seem to be the interested demographic in terms of readers, men in society aren’t satisfying women’s innate need for romance? Any men in the audience care to weigh-in?
Should I take the debate a step further and broach the possibility that in some respects women’s sexuality has been hindered by the patriarchal slant of most societies throughout history and that the romance genre in-turn has become a decadent release for women who feel inhibited by societal norms?
Relax guys… I’m not bashing men nor am I claiming women have been repressed. Honestly, I think the answer to this question is somewhat basic. People in general, either male or female, are attracted to the romance genre because the desire to forge relationships is hardwired into our DNA.
The reality is, all the LOVE for falling-in-LOVE is not something new. The need to make a connection with someone that transcends everyday interaction is primitive. Humans are social creatures. People want to relate to others—we crave affection. Maybe the desire is so primitive that at the end of the day it comes down to the simple release of endorphins. We are addicted to LOVE. We crave the chemical high we feel when we experience a first-kiss, a soft caress, or even a knowing glance.

Personally, I’m not an authority on this subject. I can only attest to my own reasons for adoring romance novels.

1.    I LOVE to read and write romance because the concept of seeing a strong, ultra-alpha man take charge is appealing to me.
2.    I LOVE to read and write romance because the women in my favorite novels are courageous. They always find a way to demonstrate not only to themselves but to the male-leads their worth—even if that means knowing when a tactical retreat is the only move on the chessboard.
3.    I LOVE to read romance, because it’s deliciously decadent. A hot romance scene is like a piece of chocolate cake—sinful, but worth it!

At the end of the day I LOVE to read romance because I LOVE the idea of falling-in-LOVE, staying-in-LOVE, and rising above all the negativity in your life (that may be holding you back), because of LOVE.
My debut novel Waking to Black (Uninhibited #1), exemplifies many of the reasons I LOVE to read about LOVE.

What do you all think is the attraction to the romance genre? I’d LOVE to hear your thoughts.

XOXO
V.H. Luis


***I’m a proud member of the RWA… If you are interested the statistics I was referencing can be found on the link provided.


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by V.H. Luis

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GENRE:   Erotic Romance

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BLURB:

He shattered my defenses, and I was fragile to begin with…

The first time I saw Adam Black, I was between the arms of a criminal, a gun to my throat and even then, I knew I was staring at the most dangerous man in the room.

Maybe it was his confident, cerulean eyes, or the sex appeal radiating from his pores like heat waves on a scorching day, but by proximity alone he made my vision blur and my heart stammer.

The day I was nearly killed in a bank hold-up, I began to live—because of him.

Now, I’m praying for the first time in years, hoping the scars of my past, the secrets I keep, don’t interfere with my future…


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EXCERPT
  
I close my eyes and bend my knees—or at least I think I am. I’m finding it hard to breathe, and the room is spinning. I must not be moving fast enough because the next thing I know, the man with the big gun grabs me and shoves the cold tip of the barrel against my neck.

This is how it ends? A pang of regret stabs deep within my belly. I wonder who will feed my cat when I’m gone, and the pathetic nature of that last thought is sobering. I haven’t accomplished much in the last twenty-four years. My eyes begin to water, and my vision clouds.

“Hey, take it easy,” a much calmer voice calls out from behind me.

I try to focus on the deep tenor of this stranger, who to my shock is defying a man with a gun, but my senses aren’t cooperating.

Using me as a shield, my captor spins me and I get a blurry first look at my would-be hero. Through pooling tears, I see he’s dressed in an expensive black suit, a crisp white shirt, and a solid black tie. He has hair the color of dark coffee, and because he defies the order to hug the floor, I notice he’s tall. His sapphire eyes lock on mine, urging me to breathe, and for a split-second I forget I’m in the arms of a lunatic because it’s this stranger’s gaze holding me hostage.

Though his hands are in the air, like everyone else’s, he seems to be humoring the robber rather than obeying him out of fear. And while not armed, his calm demeanor is more threatening than the creep jamming a gun against my throat. It’s as if under the façade of composure something dark and dangerous lingers—the insight makes me tremble.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

V.H. Luis is the author of the Black Series, an erotic romance trilogy that follows the love affair of Evelyn Snowe and Adam Black. Her debut book WAKING to Black, will be released in 2018, and the subsequent sequels FADING to Black, and SURRENDERING to Black, will follow shortly thereafter.


Welcome to my internet haven!
I’m a born and bred Miami Girl—and proud of it! I would wear shorts and flip-flops every day of the week if I could. Growing up in Miami, surrounded by my parent’s heritage has made me proud of my Cuban ancestry. Cafecito and a guava pastry for breakfast? Yes, please! Salsa music while I tidy the house? Of course.
If I’m not busy scribbling notes about the story pounding out of my head, I’m painting, listening to music, or spending time with the love of my life—my son. If I decide to travel, I bring the whole family (in-laws included), or at least I try to, because life is too short not to spend it with family; one of the many lessons my father taught me.


 



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Saturday, January 27, 2018

Making Him Wait by Kay Jaybee (Release blitz) ADULT title



Out Now

by
 Kay Jaybee (@kay_jaybee) #bdsmromance #erotica #eroticromance
(Note from ELF:  in case you can't tell, this is an ADULT title, and, if you're wondering why I moved this to a different day, I figured I didn't want it too close to the middle grade story posting, lol)

Kay Jaybee’s popular BDSM-romance novel is back!
Re-released by the brilliant Sinful Press, Making Him Wait, is every bit as hot the second time around.
“Erotica on a canvas of bondage and discipline.”

It’s amazing where a drive to live out your fantasies, a paint brush, and a text message can lead you...

Blurb
Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she's happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas. But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge.
Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. However, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out.
At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted.
Will Maddie's models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time? The only way to find out is to wait and see...and the waiting only makes it sweeter!


This excerpt comes from the very beginning of the book...

Freya rocked a little on her bare feet as Maddie touched her lightly freckled cheek. “No need to look so worried, honey. You are doing brilliantly. It’s a difficult pose to hold for so long.”

“Thank you.” Blushing an endearing shade of pink, Freya lowered the hands she’d nervously clenched before her, giving her employer another chance to see the neat triangle of her semi-shaved pussy.

Maddie, her jeans and t-shirt smeared and spattered with all the mediums of her trade, did not feel the need to mention to Freya that her own knickers were sodden, nor that beneath her holster bra, her nipples were rock hard.

A further buzz from her mobile alerted Maddie to the arrival of another text message. In fact a steady string of muffled noises from her mobile, coming from the pit of her handbag, had been announcing the arrival of texts every ten minutes or so throughout the morning.

Smiling to herself, Maddie continued to disregard her phone and considered the exquisite outline of her companion’s porcelain frame. Most people came to Maddie to be drawn or painted, sometimes as a commission for a lover, husband or wife. Some, however, like Freya, came to the studio as a way of improving their self-confidence. Despite her generally shy demeanour, Freya had proved to be very good at posing as Maddie required and the artist had offered her an occasional job as a life model.

Sometimes Maddie felt she was more therapist than artist – specifically a sex therapist – as men and women alike shared their most intimate secrets while standing on the other side of her easel. Maddie’s studio certainly had the air of an erotic fantasy confessional about it. She wasn’t complaining, however. No other life would do for her now. The job satisfaction Maddie achieved from listening to the dreams and fantasies of others while she recreated them onto canvas, went hand in glove with the personal physical gratification it gave her.

Money being either plentiful or non-existent, depending on the current success of her commissions and sales, Maddie had been forced to develop an alternative form of payment for her models – a reward system for good work. Maddie could tell from the rise and fall of Freya’s chest and the glistening damp skin at the top of her thighs, that she was more than ready to be paid for today’s session.

Closing in on her model, Maddie simultaneously cupped Freya’s slick pussy and left breast with her charcoal-blackened hands, causing an involuntary shiver to ripple through the younger woman’s body.

“Your progress really is outstanding, honey. Few of my models can stay as motionless as you can.” Congratulating Freya on her skill, Maddie left two dark palm prints on the girl’s tits and tapped at the inside of her legs. “Open up. I think you have deserved a treat after all your hard work.”

Gliding her palm over Freya’s mound, Maddie slipped a gentle finger into the slippery canal of the model’s frantically clutching sex, enjoying the murmured mew of contentment that escaped from her lipstick-free mouth.

Pumping gently, the artist brought Freya close to orgasm with steady increases and decreases of pressure – her own mind straying to her mobile. Maddie wondered where Theo was and what he was doing. She knew what he was thinking about. She always knew that. Theo thought about her...

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Praise for Making Him Wait-

“Making Him Wait” held me captive, made me blush, had me yearning for more before I was even ready to let the previous chapter go. The story unfolds dripping with eroticism, every character wantonly submitting to Maddie’s artistic, commanding eye… Erotica’s “Queen of Kink” has nailed the freedom of Kink, fearlessly. Kay Jaybee writes with a masterful insight and sucks her readers into the fascinating domain of domination and submission. A realm where one’s words must be listened to very carefully and choices are empowering.’ Rose Caraway.
Artist, lover, dominatrix, Maddie has sculpted from her surroundings the perfect life and Kay Jaybee in ‘Making Him Wait’ the picture-perfect set up for an unhurried, well-written, hugely entertaining, multi-media journey into classy erotica – men, women, whatever your fancy, Mistress Jaybee guides you through her Chinese puzzle of a plot in a way that stole my breath and made my underarms tingle…Mesmerising, thrilling, word perfect, a triumph.” Chloe Thurlow
If you would like to buy Making Him Wait, it is available as a paperback or e-book from all good retailers, including-

Bio
Kay Jaybee has over 150 publications to her name, including the novels Making Him Wait, (Sinful Press, second edition, 2018), and The Fifth Floor - The Perfect Submissive Book One (KJ Books, third edition, 2017). She has also written the novellas Wednesday on Thursday (KJ Books, 2017), Take Control (1001Nights Press, 2014), Digging Deep, (Xcite Press, 20153), A Sticky Situation (Xcite Press, 2013), and Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (1001 Nights Press, 2014). She has written the anthologies The Collector (KJBooks, 2016), and A Kink a Day Books 1-3 (available via the Radish reading app).
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at her website
Kay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane (website) and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash (website)




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