Sugar Daddy Wanted: Now Accepting Applications

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After her latest dating disaster, legal clerk Kerry Roberts decides to give up on finding the man of her dreams. In jest, her eldest son suggests she find a sugar daddy. Curious about the type of man willing to pay for companionship, she signs on to a web site dedicated to helping women connect with men-of-means.

Burned by a woman only after his money, corporate attorney Grayson Nichols doesn’t understand why several of his clients enjoy the price of paying for companionship. To check out the hype of a recommended website, he creates a profile, not imagining he’d come across a woman not fitting the usual profile, and yet expressing her intent to have a man take care of her. Grayson is determined to teach her a lesson-money can’t buy happiness.

After their first meeting, Grayson finds himself intrigued by and attracted to Kerry. He switches tactic and proposes an unusual arrangement. Will their unique approach to a relationship work, or will they let old wounds prevent them from finding what money can’t buy?

When money can’t buy happiness, love will always sweeten the deal.

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Roping the Rancher

When Kit ropes the rancher, she’s in for the ride of her life.


Kit Morgan is Brokenhead’s sex therapist by day and
Dominatrix by night. While she never shies away from being
her true self, she rarely mixes business with pleasure until she
meets Greg Anderson, the owner of the only two horses in
this kinky two-horse town.
Submissive Greg longs to turn his ranch into a BDSM bed
and breakfast—a safe place to stay and play for those in the
kink lifestyle. He’s looking for a partner in life and business,
and he wonders if he’s found that in Kit.


Will they ride off into the sunset, or tie each other up in
knots?

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Enjoy this fun excerpt where Greg’s mother tricks him into attending therapy with her. Little does she know her “fix up” won’t work as this couple has already met!

EXCERPT:

“Yoo-hoo.” Trudy waved a hand in front of her face.
Kit blinked, noticing Trudy for the first time. “Hi,” she
repeated, then cleared her throat, attempting to return to a
more professional demeanour.
“Hey yourself,” Trudy said, stepping forward. “Greg
agreed to come with me today.”
“Indeed,” Kit murmured, extending her hand. “Nice to
meet you, Greg. Your mother has told me about you.”
“I’m sure she has.” Greg shook her hand briefly, then
dropped it like a hot potato. He brushed by her and walked
into the office.
As he passed by, she caught a whiff of his scent—a faint
odour of soap and hay. An outdoorsy combination she found
oddly intoxicating.
Trudy followed Greg inside, and Kit closed the door
behind them, then turned around only to find Greg staring at
her, his gaze piercing hers.
With her heart beating a mile a minute, she gestured
toward the couch. “Please sit down.”

Greg smiled and swept his arm to the side with a slight
bow. “Ladies first.”
Kit stood straight and walked with professional confidence
around the coffee table in the center of the office. Seating
herself in the plush chair where she always sat, she opened
her notebook and waited for mother and son to seat
themselves.
Trudy sat on the couch across from her. Greg plopped
down beside his mother and placed his hat in his lap.
“I notice you didn’t say she’s told you a lot about me,” Greg
stated without preamble.
Kit gestured between mother and son. “Well, according to
Trudy, the two of you don’t talk much, which would make it
difficult to tell me anything about you. And even if she did, I
keep everything in confidence.”
“Good to know.” The corner of his mouth twitched, and
the sexy smirk made her stomach quiver.
Kit felt her cheeks heat.
“You two going to get it on, or should we talk?” Trudy
interrupted.
Kit composed herself, then wagged a finger at Trudy. “You
asked for a session today to tell me all about your date this
past weekend. You could have given me a heads up that Greg
would be joining us today. I’ll have to charge you extra.”
Trudy waved a hand. “Girl, I could probably pay you in
cookies and you’d still see me.”
Kit shrugged. “Maybe, but chocolate chip cookies don’t
pay the mortgage. And there is such a thing as professional
courtesy.”
“Touché,” Trudy conceded. “I’m sorry I didn’t mention it.”
“Would you mind explaining why?” Kit asked.
A small snort got Kit’s attention. Greg was staring at them
with an amused expression on his face. “What?”
“This.” Greg waggled a finger between her and Trudy.

“This is great. I haven’t met a woman who isn’t flustered by
my mother’s wit.”
Kit batted her eyelashes. “I am a professional.”
“You think I’m witty, son?” Trudy placed her hand over
her heart. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Kit nodded at Trudy. “You are one of a kind.”
Trudy narrowed her eyes. “Is that a compliment?”
Before Kit could answer, Greg clapped his hands together.
“All right. I’ve got a ranch to get back to, so perhaps we can
get this session going. Mom, what is it you wanted to talk to
me about and felt better with Kit here?”
Trudy glanced at her wrist. “Well, would you look at the
time? I need to get going.”
Kit frowned in confusion. “What are you talking about?
You just got here, and besides, it’s your appointment.”
Greg heaved a sigh and folded his arms over his chest.
“Mom, you’re not even wearing a watch.”
Trudy scratched her wrist. “Huh… You’re right. It must be
my intuition telling me it’s time to leave.” She hiked her purse
onto her shoulder and stood. “You kids have a nice chat about
me, and we will discuss it next week.”
Surprised, Kit gaped as Trudy hurried from the office,
slamming the door behind her.
She turned to Greg. “What the hell just happened?”

Greg scratched at his head. “I don’t know. She told me she
wanted to discuss something with me, but she felt better
doing it at your office. Said she felt better with a professional
present.”
Kit muttered under her breath. “That woman will drive me
nuts one day…”
One of Greg’s eyebrows shot upward. “You’re talking
about my mother.”
Kit rolled her eyes. “As if you don’t know your own
mother.”

“You have a point.” He chuckled, lounging back into the
sofa, one arm on the backrest, long legs stretched out in front
of him. “There were times I thought she’d be the death of me.
Or I’d strangle her. But like you said—she is one of a kind.”
Kit swallowed hard, trying not to be affected by his sexy
sprawl on her couch. Moisture gathered in her pussy, and she
pressed her legs together, tugging down her skirt. “Well.” She
cleared her throat. “Your mom has paid in advance for this
session. Tell me how you’d like to proceed on her dime.”
“I find it incredibly hot that you don’t wear panties,” he
murmured.
She startled for a second, then zeroed in on him, her
Domme persona rising to the challenge. He needs to be taught a
lesson. Kit straightened her spine, intentionally thrusting out
her breasts and crossing one leg over the other slowly to give
Greg a good glimpse of what he wouldn’t be getting.
She noted Greg’s reaction to the red three-inch heels that
adorned her feet. She purposefully swung one leg for a
second, letting the moment drag out, and relished the way
Greg’s nostrils flared and his pupils dilated as he observed
her actions.
Kit stood, her feet shoulder-width apart, hands on hips,
and stared at him. Using her commanding voice, she said,
“Correction, slut. The proper response is, I find it incredibly
hot that you don’t wear panties, Mistress.”

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Ever wonder what it would be like to have your own jinn? Great, huh? The wishes. The riches. The problems.

Yep. That’s what Cari faces when she inherits Jez. As an alpha jinn, he refuses to serve anyone but a man. As far as he’s concerned, she’s only good for some hot and heavy loving.

Hmm. She believes otherwise and shows him just who has the upper hand.

Let the battle of the sexes begin…

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Where there’s a will, there’s wicked fun… 

Drowning in bad luck, Cari doesn’t know where to turn when the unexpected happens. A loyal customer at her Key West café has left her an inheritance. She hopes for cash to save her restaurant but receives an old brass bottle that looks like a sex toy…and has Jez inside. 

At six-four, he’s built like a gladiator, has looks to die for, and oozes sexuality. He’s also a jinn. 

Color her enthralled and excited. Besides being one hot dude, he grants wishes, right? 

Not for her. Ironclad tradition demands he serve men, not women. Of course, if she wants to get down and dirty with him, he’ll gladly oblige. 

Let the battle of the sexes begin. Before long, their differences fall away as they indulge in every lusty desire, while falling hard and fast. Ah, paradise. Until trouble arrives, threatening to pull them apart forever…



Excerpt:

She couldn’t wait a second longer and twisted the knob to open the container.

The top didn’t budge.

She tried repeatedly until she was breathless and sweating.

The fucking thing wouldn’t turn. The nicks and dents she’d noticed earlier proved to be pry marks around the top that resembled the crown on a man’s cock.

“Crap.” She wasn’t equipped to break this thing or saw it open.

After searching her kitchen for something to use, she settled on rubber gloves to add traction to her grip. With her thighs holding the bottle, she wrenched the top as hard as her strength allowed.

The knob not only loosened, but flew off—similar to a cork on a champagne bottle—and hit her wall, denting the plaster.

There goes my security deposit.

Hold on.

By itself, the bottle trembled between her thighs, the metal growing warmer. Not an unpleasant feeling, but fucking weird. 

Appalled, she flung the container on her table.

It thudded dully against her purse and shook violently.

“Shit, shit, shit!” The damn thing was going to blow. Her spicy, rich cooking must have pushed Ethyl into an earlier grave than she wanted, and this was payback. Terrified, Cari dropped to her knees, desperate to crawl to the door and outside. Frozen in horror, she hunkered behind a chair for protection.

Thunder roared.

Gold-and-black smoke poured from the bottle.

I’m going to die.

Hard rain struck the windows, but they didn’t blow out from an explosion.

Rather than the smoke rising to the ceiling, it curled in a slow spiral then drifted away from the table to her side.

Shuddering, she crab-walked away from it.

The smoke followed and took form.

Feet appeared first, at least a size fifteen, the toes well-formed and long. Muscular calves and thighs materialized next, dark hairs hugging them, the complexion olive.

She stopped edging back and leaned forward instead.

Upper thighs and narrow hips emerged, a startling-white fabric tied around the groin area, the ends hiding the good stuff. Not a loincloth exactly, more like a scarf exposing a rock-hard ass. 

The abs and chest were no different, each sculpted, the small nipples a dark brown shade, similar in color to refried beans. The pecs quivered on each new breath. However, there was no navel.

This can’t be happening.

She raised her face.

The smoke broke apart, floated to the ceiling, and disappeared.

Leaving a thirtysomething man standing before her.

He opened his lushly lashed eyes.

Her breath caught. His irises were closer to gold than hazel, his shoulder-length brown hair thick and wavy, stubble outrageously sexy, mouth sensuous, one dark eyebrow arched at her.

He planted his hands on his lean hips.

Holy fuck. A gladiator couldn’t have owned more muscles, though they weren’t overdone like Arnold Schwarzenegger’s, but totally male.

Her pussy creamed.

An odd reaction since this couldn’t be real.

When the knob flew off the bottle, it must have ricocheted off the wall and hit her head, causing her to hallucinate this, or rather, him.

Only one way to find out. She grabbed his calf. Its brawn and heat made her ears buzz.

Grinning lewdly, he flexed his muscles and pressed into her touch.

This was no dream. She snatched back her hand. “Who-who-who-who—” She shivered so badly, she couldn’t speak, but had to. “Who are you? What are you?”

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline. He lifted his chin. “You, a mere woman, dare to question or demand anything from me?”

“Huh?” Not liking his sexist attitude, she scrambled to her feet. At five-seven, she couldn’t match his height. By her guestimate, he topped out at six-four and was the most perfect man she’d ever seen, except for his patronizing gaze. Precisely what she didn’t need. “Again, who or what are you? This is my place. My kitchen. Not yours. Answer me.”

“I answer only to my master. Go on.” He gestured her away as Antonini had. “Fetch the man in charge.”

As if. Before she could slug him, he pivoted and regarded her kitchen warily, as a one-percenter would, seeing only how small and simple it was.

She couldn’t have cared less if he found her digs lacking.

He next focused on her buñuelos.

If he gave them a pissy look or said one unkind thing about her cooking, he wasn’t long for this world, even if she didn’t know how to off him.

Bent at the waist, he sniffed the treats and licked his lips.

Growling sounded.

His stomach?

Holding one buñuelo between his thumb and forefinger, he examined the fried dough carefully, licked the contours, then popped the treat into his mouth. As he chewed, his lids slid down and he moaned the way guys do during orgasms.




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Sugar Daddy Wanted: Now Accepting Applications

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After her latest dating disaster, legal clerk Kerry Roberts decides to give up on finding the man of her dreams. In jest, her eldest son suggests she find a Sugar Daddy. Curious about the type of man willing to pay for companionship, she signs on to a web site dedicated to helping women connect with men-of-means. Burned by a woman only after his money, corporate attorney Grayson Nichols doesn’t understand why several of his clients enjoy the price of paying for companionship. To check out the hype of a recommended website, he creates a profile, not imagining he’d come across a woman not fitting the usual profile, and yet expressing her intent to have a man take care of her. Grayson is determined to teach her a lesson—money can’t buy happiness. After their first meeting, Grayson finds himself intrigued by and attracted to Kerry. He switches tactic and proposes an unusual arrangement. Will their unique approach to a relationship work, or will they let old wounds prevent them from finding what money can’t buy? When money can’t buy happiness, love will always sweeten the deal.

Coming Soon! The Sub Clause

Blurb:

When you’re a ho-ho-ho for Jolly Old Saint Nick, not reading the fine print of your contract is a no-no-no.

The Naughty Toy Workshop is the kinky toy factory for people who hit Santa’s naughty list, and Kandy Kane loves her job as Supervisor. The coveted position includes personally testing sex toys, observing those under her command as they research and test new items for this season’s fetish crowd, and the best perk—being The Big Guy’s submissive for the year.

Jolly Old St. Nick has never had a better sub than Kandy to supervise his naughty workshop or fulfill his most kinky desires. With glee, he can’t wait for the night of her performance review, where he has some special plans to reward his sub once the busiest night of the year is complete.

As the big night draws near, Kandy looks forward to her performance review with a mix of exhilaration and sadness. According to the sub clause in her contract, she has to choose her successor from one of the sub-elves in training in the workshop. Little does she know she’s misread the clause, and Santa is about to school her on the finer points of her contract.

Excerpt:

“Thanks.” Kandy rushed from the room and sprinted down the hall to Fungeon Eleven, the testing room for new Sybians. She burst into the observation room and stared at the sight through the glass. A runaway Sybian that resembled a child’s rocking horse was vibrating around the room like an out-of-control mechanical bull, its test rider hanging on for dear life. Two other elves were chasing it around the room in an attempt to tame it. With its erratic action, neither elf could reach the power cord to unplug it.

Good thing she’s tied to it so she can’t fall off! Kandy’s brain went into overdrive. She whirled around and spied the emergency breaker panel at the back of the room. It would shut off power to this section of the workshop only. She bolted toward it and ripped off the front cover, then flipped the switch. The room descended into darkness, the alarm shut off, and the vibrating noise from the other room ceased.

Kandy breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced around when the emergency lights flickered on. The green glow of the lights cast eerie shadows all around. Kandy hurried into the testing room and helped the elves untie the sub from the horse. Then she unplugged the machine from the wall so they could restore power without the Sybian starting up again.

By the time she’d finished, the two elves—Lexie Latex and Sadie Sadist—had the other sub, Vivian Vibrato, untied from the machine and wrapped in a blanket. They held her close, murmuring words of comfort.

Kandy walked over to the trio and rubbed Vivian’s back. “Are you okay?”

Vivian nodded. “Yeah, just a little shaken up.”

All four women stared at each other, then burst into laughter.

Kandy patted her back and gave her a kiss on the top of the head. “I told Santa this idea needed more work. I’m glad you’re all right.” She straightened up and gestured to the control room. “Let’s get out of the testing area and back into the other room where we can look at the findings and see what went wrong.”

All three subs nodded in unison. Lexie and Sadie helped Vivian to her feet, then they followed Kandy into the control room. Kandy startled when the lights came on.

A deep voice spoke from the back of the room. “Ho, ho, ho… Who’s been a naughty elf?”

Vows, Sex, and Other Ways to Celebrate Love

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Love, laughter, and sex—the best ways to celebrate life.

The Harder’s don’t need monkeys, vegetables, chocolate, or sex toys to bend a few kinks into their well-laid party plans.  When the couple of the hour is a no-show, the siblings worry that their good intentions will have been for naught. Count on good old mom and dad to add a few surprises of their own, mixing a cocktail of love and laughter that no one will soon forget. Get ready to celebrate love, Harder style.

The fifth and final book in the series is here! Each chapter features the couples from each of the previous books in the series so we can see what they’ve been up to. Then we get a glimpse of dear old mom and dad who have been in the background until now. The entire family takes centre stage in the final curtain call for The Harders!

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The Master of Surprise

AVAILABLE JULY 16TH!

 

When it comes to being a Dom, he is the Master of surprises.

After the Christmas retreat in their custom-made dungeon at their home, Dom Davis Cathal and his sub, Samantha Merry, decide to take a summer vacation away for a change of scenery. Finding a place that suits their needs and packing the necessary play items for two weeks is a challenge–one they relish in. When a work emergency causes Davis to stay behind an extra day, he instructs Samantha to go alone to set up the place for their play time.

Samantha arrives to find the cottage destination less than ideal. Determined to make the best of it, she goes about the task of preparing for playtime with her Dom. When one too many things go wrong, she is unable to hide her disappointment. Count on Davis to take control and show his sub that with a little discipline, any place is perfect for play and that sometimes disappointments bring about the best surprises.

EXCERPT:

He frowned. When she didn’t answer using the word ‘Sir’, he knew she wasn’t in the mood for playtime. As part of their agreement, they didn’t play the part of Dom/sub twenty-four seven, although as the years went on, she referred to him as ‘Sir’ on a regular basis.

“You don’t seem okay,” he remarked. “Didn’t you enjoy the session out by the lake?”

A frustrated sigh escaped her this time. She rolled over to face him and then sat up. “Yes, I did. Very much.” Anger sparked in her eyes, and he remained quiet to let her get it out. “What I haven’t enjoyed is coming here to see the place in ruins and nothing like it showed when we booked it. I didn’t enjoy having the hot water tap falling off, threatening to flood the house when all I wanted to do was sit in the bath and process. I wanted this vacation to be special. I wanted everything to be the way I thought it would be.”

Davis opened his mouth to speak, but she held up a hand to stop him. “No,” she continued. “I want to be mad. I have a right to be mad. I have a right to my feelings. This place isn’t what I thought it would be. And I want to go home.”

He shrugged, swallowing hard to hide the giddy feeling welling up inside. He couldn’t keep the surprise from her any longer.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What? This isn’t funny.”

“I didn’t say it was funny.” He shook his head. “I’m supporting you being mad.”

“By laughing at me?”

“Samantha.” His voice took on a stern tone. “I’m not laughing at you either.”

She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh. “I don’t mean to pout. It’s just this,” she gestured around, “isn’t what I signed up for.”

“You mean having the man you love most at your side, helping you through the mishaps of life?”

She glared at him and spoke through clenched teeth. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. I also know how attached we can become to an idea, and it bites when reality is different.” He tapped her nose with a fingertip. “Sometimes life is just that way.”

“I know,” she grumbled. “I just want to be grumpy about it for a bit, okay?”

Davis leaned over to check the time on his watch that sat on the bedside table. “How long do you think that will take?”

She cracked a smile for the first time since the bathroom incident. “I don’t know. Stop trying to make me laugh.”

He placed his hand over his heart. “I’m not trying to do anything.” He pushed her onto her back and loomed over top of her. “I just want to know how long I should wait before I eat your pussy.”

Surprise registered on her face. “Oh. Well.” She pretended to consider. “I suppose I’m done.”

“Are you sure?” He scrunched his eyebrows in concern. “I don’t want to interrupt your grump-fest.

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HEAT, HEART & HUMOR! Toys, Sex, and Other Ways to Spice Up Your Life

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BOOK 4 IN THE SERIES COMING SOON!!

Love is the key spice in the recipe of life.

Max Harder long suspected that his ex-girlfriend, Callie, had broken up with him because of another man—her best friend, Tom. In an effort to understand Callie better, Max befriends Tom, and a new friendship is forged. Max sets in motion their plan to show Callie she doesn’t have to choose between them, and that her wildest dreams can come true.

But when Max’s pet capuchin monkey falls ill, their love-lives get turned upside down by more than sex toys and wild fantasies. The pair discovers that family comes in all shapes and sizes, and love is the key spice in the recipe of life.

EXCERPT #1:

Candlelight flickered from the living room, causing shadows to dance over the walls. The scent of vanilla wafted toward her. An assortment of brightly colored carnations—her favorite flower—were displayed in a vase on an end table. Strawberries and cream in a serving bowl sat on the coffee table. This had all the markings of a romantic seduction. Not what she’d had in mind when he’d called.

The scene before her confused her fragile ego. On the one hand, she was touched he’d gone to so much trouble to remember her favorite things. On the other, she didn’t feel a booty call was worth this much effort.

The urge to run away overrode all other feelings. She whipped around only to bump smack dab into his big wall of a body. He caught her elbows when she stumbled, and he steadied her.

“I know what this looks like,” he said, as if reading her mind. “I’m not trying to seduce you, Callie. I wanted to set up some of your favorite things so you’d feel comfortable, so you could relax while we talked.” He stepped closer to her until his lips were tracing the shell of her ear. “Don’t get me wrong—I’d love to sink my cock into your juicy, wet cunt.” She shivered at his words, and she felt him smile against her ear. “I see you like that thought too. I haven’t forgotten how much you like me talking dirty in your ear.” Max held her at arm’s length. “But we need to talk first.”

 

EXCERPT #2:

Callie swallowed hard. “I want you both. I need you both in my life.”

Tom chuckled. “We are so glad to hear you say that.” He slung an arm around her shoulder, and hugged her to him.

Callie slumped into him, and yawned. Max grinned at her, and chucked her on the chin. “Why don’t we get some sleep?”

Her eyebrows scrunched together. “Together?”

Max shrugged. “Why not? I’ve got a king-sized bed, and I think we both want to hold you.” He stood and offered his hand. Tom pushed himself off the couch and held out a hand too. “What do you say?” Max asked.

Callie grinned from ear to ear and took each of their hands. “I’d like that.”

Max’s heart pumped a happy rhythm in his chest as they pulled her to her feet. As he led the way to his bedroom, he remarked, “You know my sister is in a committed threesome, and they’re happy. I’m sure we can make this work.”

“Yeah,” Callie said, “but I thought the three of them were in to each other. I don’t really see you two being…in to each other.”

Tom laughed. “Can’t say as I want to fuck you, bro.”

Max snorted. “Same here.”

Callie stopped short, holding up their love train. “Then why are we doing this?”

Max shook his head, and pulled her into his room. “This isn’t about Tom and me wanting a sexual relationship with each other. It’s about us wanting an intimate relationship with you. It means we share you. And we don’t have to be sexually attracted to each other to have a bond with you, or for us to love each other as friends.”

“Yeah.” Tom scooped her into his arms, and she shrieked. He carried her over to the bed and tossed her onto the mattress. “Max is a great friend, and I can see why you love him so much. When I got over my jealousy, I realized he and I could be good friends too. And if it means I don’t have to lose you, it’s a win-win all around.”

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Chocolate, Sex and Other Tasty Treats for the Soul

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Blurb:

As far as Marnie is concerned—two’s company, and three is never a crowd.

Marnie Harder wants to find love like everyone else. The only catch—she desires to be the third in couple. She has her sights set on her hot neighbor, Madison Williams, and her boyfriend, Drake Ellison. The night Madison knocks on Marnie’s door to borrow some sugar, Marnie gets a taste of something sweet. And when Madison’s boyfriend joins the party, Marnie binges on more than the candy he brings with him.

Leave it to her family and her brother’s meddling monkey to spoil the morning after. But in the wake of candy wrappers, wild passion, and broken furniture, will Marnie be left craving more, or will love sweeten the deal?

Excerpt:

A flush stole over her body at the sight of her sexy, redheaded neighbour, Madison Williams. Calm down, woman. She has a boyfriend, remember?
Madison and her tall, blond, blue-eyed god-of-a-boyfriend, Drake Ellison, had moved into the apartment next to hers a month ago. Upon first glance at the couple, Marnie had been mesmerized. She’d even done something lame and baked a cake for them as a housewarming gift once the couple had settled in.
The visit had been difficult for Marnie, tongue-tied and incoherent in their presence. Her attraction to the two of them rocketed off the charts, and she hadn’t found the courage to express her interest. Despite that fact, she’d visited with them numerous times since delivering the cake.
Marnie had heard their passionate moans emanating from their apartment at all hours of the day. They didn’t seem to mind if the entire building heard them having sex. Guilt shot through her stomach when she recalled a time or two she’d gotten off to the sound of their lovemaking. She shook her head. They haven’t given me any indication they are anything but straight. No wonder I have a hard time talking to them. I’ve got to get these stupid fantasies out of my head.
Madison knocked again, and Marnie put a hand over her heart, which was trying to beat its way out of her chest. Her cunt pulsed as she caught sight of Madison’s tongue darting out to wet her lips. An image of Madison on her knees between Marnie’s thighs flashed through her mind, making her swallow a groan.
Get a grip! Tightening the sash on her robe, she checked to make sure all body parts were covered. She could pretend she didn’t have the hots for Madison. Sure, I can do that. Madison probably needs something. I will pretend I don’t need her.
Cripes. Marnie gulped, unlocked the door, and drew back the chain. Opening the door a crack, she squeaked, “Can I help you?” Shoot me now.
When Madison’s gaze dipped in the direction of the V in her robe, Marnie’s nipples pebbled. Her gaze met Marnie’s again when she spoke. “I hope so. I’m looking for some sugar.”

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MONKEYS, SEX, AND OTHER BIRTHDAY SURPRISES

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Now available for pre-order on the eXtasy Books site! Official release is June 1st! Stay tuned for when it goes up for sale on other online retailers.

Blurb:

An unwanted party, a pet primate, an unexpected visit from a lover—birthday surprises are one hell of a gift.

Missy Harder is reluctant to ruin a good thing and meet her on-line lover, Sam Kentley, in person. Sexting, and phone sex, make her panties wetter than a summer downpour. Even with their amazing conversations about life, her low self-esteem holds her back from meeting him in person.

Sam Kentley is dying to see if the connection he and Missy have is real. Easy to talk to, a sexy as hell picture, and her ability to play along with sexy scenarios online rocket his sex drive sky high. When she agrees to phone sex, he thinks he’s in heaven, but it’s the conversation in between he adores. If he could convince her to meet, he’s sure they could have more.

When he accompanies a friend to a surprise birthday party, he’s shocked to find the party is for Missy. Not how he expected their first meeting, and never in his wildest dreams did he think it would include her zany family, plus being attacked by a pet monkey.

Horrified at meeting Sam under such conditions, Missy’s humiliation threatens to ruin their first in-person encounter. But when Sam refuses to leave her to her misery, they both learn that love surprises you when you least expect it.

 

NSFW Excerpt:

“Oooohhh…fuck, baby. Yeah, ride me harder…harder…”
Missy gripped the phone tighter in one hand as Sam Kentley’s deep voice rumbled in her ear. She rubbed her clit furiously with the middle finger of her other hand. “Mmmm…feels so good. Give it to me…” Her voice trailed away on a moan.
“Oh, I’m gonna give it to you so hard,” Sam rasped.
“Oohhh…I can’t hold back,” she squealed. She squeezed her inner muscles and pleasure threatened to crash through her body with the force of a runaway train. First time I’ve ever come this fast. Damn, it’s good…
Sam breathed heavy into the phone. “Oh shit,” he shouted. “I’m coming!”
“Me, too. Oh, oh—” A loud bang deflated her blossoming orgasm. What the hell? I was so close dammit! Someone had better be dying or the apartment complex on fire to interrupt what she’d been looking forward to all afternoon.
“Hold on, Sam.” Sighing, she squeezed her legs together, pussy throbbing at being denied release.
“What do you mean, ‘hold on’?” His strangled voice made her wince in envy. “Unnnhhhh….”
No mistaking that sound. Well, at least one of us finished. Missy sighed and flopped back onto the pillow on her bed. Then she reached over to grab her panties from where she’d tossed them on the bed.
“Baby?” Sam panted.
Missy huffed out a breath, slipping her underwear on. “Yeah, I’m here.” Cradling the phone to her ear, she rolled off the bed, and retrieved her bathrobe from the hook on the back of her door. She shrugged into the garment, flipped her hair out of the collar, and ran to the washroom.
“What the fuck, hon? Tell me you came with me,” he pleaded. “We’ve been looking forward to this for a while now.”
“Sorry,” she replied, washing her hands at the sink. No need to answer the door with pussy juice all over my fingers. The person at the door pounded louder, yelling this time.
Missy grimaced, and strode out of the bathroom and down the hall. Her sister, Miranda, had lousy timing. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” she yelled back.
“You were coming,” Sam griped. “What’s going on?”
“My sister is threatening to break down my door,” she growled.
“Fuck. Can’t you just ignore her?”
“I would if she wasn’t causing a scene. I’ll call you back, honey.”
“Babe, we’ve been planning this for over a week. I love the sound of your voice telling me what you’re going to do to me. You’re killing me here! My balls are turning blue. Don’t hang up on me.”
Her voice dropped to a whisper as she squinted through the peephole. “Oh, please. Your balls are not turning blue. I just heard you get off.”
“Sugar, come on…”
“Don’t sugar me.”
“You’re grumpy,” he said.
Of course I am! “And your point?”
“You wouldn’t be grumpy if—”
“Missy—I can hear you! Open the door,” Miranda called out.
A guttural sound, much like that of an angry grizzly bear, erupted from Missy’s throat.
“Baby, let me get rid of her, and I’ll call you back.”
He heaved a breath. “Fine, but text me first. I’m going out with a friend for a bit tonight, but I promise you—when I get home, I’m all yours again.”