You Did WHAT? Kinky Taboo Fetish Erotica Box Set

There's no place for the state in the bedrooms of the nation, but you can get a glimpse at some of the kinky things your neighbours get up to behind closed doors in this brand new box set!

You Did WHAT? Kinky Taboo Fetish Erotica Box Set by Terry Towers, Lexi Wood, Giselle Renarde, Audrey Grace, Gia Maria Marquez, Savannah Reardon

For a limited time one, get "You Did WHAT: Kinky Taboo Fetish Erotica" for only $0.99 at Amazon (and that includes you, Canada and Australia)!  Snag a copy NOW!

Six of today’s hottest erotica writers have teamed up to bring you a collection of kinky fetish stories sure to get your pulse racing!

Whether you’re a fan of kink or new to the genre, this collection is a must-have. Got a soft spot for cuckoldry, gangs and erotic humiliation? Get Taken by the Marines with New York Times bestselling author Terry Towers! How about a lesbian threesome complete with ice cream sploshing? Read Wedding Heat: Lickity Split by Giselle Renarde. Maybe medical fetish erotica is more your style. Good thing there’s Submitting to the Doctor by Audrey Grace!

But that’s not all. There’s a sissy ménage a trois from Gia Maria Marquez, BDSM erotica by Savannah Reardon, and a teddy bear that springs to life courtesy of Lexi Wood. More than 40,000 words of forbidden fetish encounters!

Surrender to your kinky curiosity. You’re sure to find something that tickles your fancy and discover a few scandalously new ideas in this delicious new collection!

Excerpt (from Submitting to the Doctor by Audrey Grace):

It was so bright that it almost hurt. But I was used to pain. Master made sure of that.

The lights above me dazzled, nearly blinded. They were white and clean, but even in the absence of shadows they were not soft. They were hard and hot and I felt under a spotlight.

But I was used to the spotlight. Master made sure of that.

The stainless steel contraptions, tools, and trinkets that lined the room gleamed at me, winked at me. They knew what was going to happen.

The exam table stood in the center of the room, the back upright and tilted at a minor angle. It looked as though it was mocking me, staring at me, the steel stirrups like grotesque hands beckoning me.

A sink and cabinets, beige and white, as well as metal, lined the room, like the decor of all exam rooms the country over.

I trusted Master. There was a time when I didn’t, but he helped me through that, helped me to see that he cared for me deeply, and that I didn’t need to be afraid. Because there was nothing to be afraid of.

But even though I trusted him, there was a part of my mind that wondered just what he was up to.

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Forbidden Folk: A Polyamorous Romance Novelette

Forbidden Folk
A Polyamorous Romance Novelette
by Giselle Renarde

When Winter Green’s estranged mother dies, the two remaining members of her folk trio plead with Winter to come on tour. No way! Winter grew up on a tour bus. She’s got a different life now. She can’t go back.

She can never go back.

But Steven and Virginia hold one secret nobody else knows: the true identity of Winter’s mysterious father. Will her desire to meet him be enough to bring her back to the folk music fold? Or will it take forbidden love for her late mother’s bandmates to convince Winter to return to the life she fled at fifteen?

An erotic novelette from award-winning author Giselle Renarde.


“Steven?” I asked.

His hand still cocooned mine. “Yes, Winter?”

“Did you ever think about…?”

He turned onto his side, so his chest was so close it grazed my tender nipples. When he spoke, I felt his breath against my lips. “Think about what, Winter?”

I couldn’t ignore the throb between my legs. I couldn’t fight it any longer. I barely had to move to kiss him, and that’s just what I did. Or did he kiss me? We moved for each other’s mouths simultaneously, opening to one another. His tongue swept mine into a frenzy as we gave in to the desire my mother had forbidden.

She must be spinning in her grave.

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Burlesque Beauties: Lesbian Historical Romance

Orchid lives in a small cabin behind Madame Mireille's big burlesque house. There's barely room enough for herself, let alone her growing daughter. Ginger is in a similar situation, living with her young son Roger on Madame's seaside estate. It's been more than a year since Orchid has worked, and she's sincerely indebted to Madame, but she can't live in such cramped quarters much longer.

When Madame Mireille takes the children for a car trip, Orchid catches a saucy burlesque performance… but the sight of her lover Petra dancing for all those leering "jerks" and holidaymakers makes her jealous beyond belief. Perhaps Petra will join her by the seaside to remind her there are certain things the burlesque beauties only do for each other?

But what about Orchid and Ginger's housing situation? They can't bring themselves to ask Madame for more space. Can precious Petra find a solution?


“What’s the special occasion?” Orchid asked.

“No special occasion,” Madame replied as she snuck up on young Roger. Tickling the child, she said, “I just thought this little monster might like an iced cream from his Auntie Mireille!”

Roger squealed, hopping from Orchid’s lap into Madame’s arms, hugging her tight around the neck as she kissed his winsome head.

“Who will take care of the front if you’re gone?” Orchid asked. “And the money side?” Setting Roger down, Mireille took Annabel from Ginger. “Sally’s got a handle on the money and such, though perhaps you could give her a hand at the start. In truth, Orchid, I need you to watch the show once or twice before you start performing again. We’ve made a few changes since you last took to the stage, and I want you up to speed.”

Orchid hesitated. Annabel was sleeping now, and Ginger fixing her basket for travel. The kids did love going out in that Pontiac Pathfinder Deluxe. Madame had bought it on a trip to Montreal, and driven all the way home to the Maritimes. Orchid couldn’t imagine the sea air did that motor any favours, though. She worried it would conk out in the middle of nowhere, but the trips always soothed Annabel, and she couldn’t bear to deny her child anything of this world. Bad enough her little girl was growing up without a father.

“Thank you,” she said to Madame, kissing her baby’s bonnet before Mireille made off with the little ones. With a heaving sigh, Orchid turned to Ginger and shrugged.

“It’s nice of her and all, but every time Annabel’s out of my sight I feel as though a piece of me were missing.”

“I know the feeling all too well.” Ginger took on a wicked grin and approached Orchid slowly, deliberately. Her eyes were so dark with desire there was no question what she had in mind. “It’s certainly been a while since we were alone together—no tykes, just…”

“Yes, indeed,” Orchid agreed with a nervous chuckle. She backed up against the door of her one-room cottage, glancing quickly at the clock. “Oh, what a shame! It’s time for you to get ready for your matinee.”

Ginger loomed large, licking her lips like she could devour Orchid in one gulp. Her breath was so heavy, so laboured, that Orchid felt dizzied just standing there against the door. A year ago, she’d have jumped at any opportunity for Sapphic pleasure, but that was before she’d encountered Petra. Everything was different now. 

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Touching Myself While Daddy Takes Pictures

Taboo erotica by Vulgaria's sweetheart Lexi Wood:


Molly knows she shouldn’t be attracted to Lars, but she just can’t help it. When he catches her in a compromising position, he knows just what to do. Lars got a brand new camera for his birthday, and he’s craving some hot, sexy pictures of Molly as she touches her nubile body.

Will Molly let Lars take naked pictures while she touches herself? The lust they share is so wrong, but the fact that it’s forbidden makes it that much hotter.

Read an Excerpt:

“I’m going to my room,” Molly said.  “I’ve got a paper to work on for Museum History.”

“And what can you tell us about the history of museums, Einstein?” 

Lars was always teasing her like that, but at the moment her mind was mush.  “I… they’re… full of things.”

“I could have told you that,” her mom muttered.  “And I don’t have any fancy college degree.”
As Molly headed upstairs, she overheard Lars saying, “You should encourage the girl a little more, don’t you think?  Build her up, don’t cut her down.”

They were talking about her as if they were her parents, and that made Molly’s head spin.  How could Lars burst into the shower and seduce her… and not a week later talk like he was her father?  Sure, she often called him “Daddy” as a joke, but Lars was nowhere near a father figure to her.

Was he?

That’s all she could think about as she stared at her computer screen.  She opened a library book and her Museum History text, but how could she possibly concentrate on school?

After a while, Lars and Molly’s mother came upstairs.  It was his birthday, after all.  What guy doesn’t get lucky on his birthday when he’s got a girlfriend who dotes on him?  But as soon as Molly heard their moans through the walls, she folded her laptop and closed her books and shuffled to the basement to work in peace.

She stopped in the kitchen on the way, though—to pick up a few study snacks.

Her eyes were closed when the basement stairs started to creak.  She opened them quickly, on high alert.  Her first thought was: burglar! 

It wasn’t a burglar.  It was Lars, in his birthday suit.


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New Release - Game On!

Game For Love: Game On by Cat Johnson

Game For Love: Game On 
(a Kindle Worlds Novella)
Cat Johnson

In the game for love, only the winners walk away with their hearts intact…

Trent O’Shea is a superstar athlete on the football field, but for one week each year he escapes into anonymity at an exclusive resort in the Florida Keys that caters to the rich and famous. Armed with a fake identity, he’s happy to sit by the pool and do nothing except enjoy some breathtaking scenery—and maybe ask her if she needs help putting sunscreen on her back.

Laurel Burnett never met a bad boy she couldn’t catch. Cheating spouses. Deadbeat dads. Scammers. Once the determined PI sets her sights on them they all fall, and the next alleged perpetrator in her crosshairs is none other than the San Francisco Outlaws’ Trent O’Shea. The super-sexy linebacker who Laurel’s client hired her to track will be her biggest trophy yet. She’ll do anything to bring him down, even follow him to a resort paradise and use herself as bait.

But things aren’t always as they appear and Trent and Laurel both learn that sometimes even perfectly planned plays can go wrong when love and lust are involved. Then it’s game on!

Please enjoy this first chapter of GAME ON

EXCERPT (rated G)
“To the end of another season.” Cole raised his beer in a toast.
Trent would gladly drink to that. He clanked his longneck bottle against Cole’s and added, “And here’s to having a break from it all for a little while.”
A cold beer. A corner table in a dark bar. His good friend and teammate Cole Taylor seated opposite him. That right there had all the makings of a good evening in Trent O’Shea’s opinion.
Of course, how long it would last was up for debate. It was only a matter of time before the damned reporters tracked them down. Or one of the other patrons recognized that two of the San Francisco Outlaws defense were among them.
Then they’d either come over and ask to take a picture—which Trent didn’t mind—or they’d start trying to sneak one by holding their cell phones up and pretending to search for signal. As if he didn’t know they were really taking a picture to share on whatever the hot new social media site was this month.
That pissed Trent the hell off. It made him feel as if he was being hunted like some sort of human prey. Back in Texas, years ago when he’d been a normal guy, he would have pummeled a guy for less. But that was before the full-ride football scholarship to the University of Texas put his face on every television in the country. Before he’d lost all semblance of privacy and a personal life. Back when he could see a pretty little thing in the local honkytonk, take her out to his truck and not worry she’d sell the story to the papers the next day. Or make a play for a wedding ring and his millions.
A hottie with more boobs showing than he’d seen outside of a strip club sauntered by the table and shot him a heated glance.
Yup, that was just the type he knew would say she wanted to have his baby. . . and then take all his money.
With a sigh, Trent yanked his gaze back to the safe zone. God, he missed the old days when he was a poor nobody. And he really, really missed sex.
A crooked grin tipped up the corner of Cole’s mouth. “You really do hate it, don’t you?”
“Hate what?”
“The game.”
“The game? No. I love to play football and you know it. Hell, I’m from Texas. You don’t love football from the time you can walk, they run you out of town on a rail.” Cole laughed as Trent continued, “The other bull that comes with it though? Yeah, that I could do without a’ight.”
Just thinking about the paparazzi and the press had Trent turning to look for the waitress to order another round and see if he could spot any tabloid photographers who might have snuck in while he wasn’t looking.
He got the server’s attention and raised two fingers, then turned back to Cole. “You can stay for another round, can’t you?”
“Yeah. Anna’s baby shower should be going on for a couple of hours and I was warned it was girls only and to steer clear of the house.” Cole absolutely glowed when he talked about his wife and his impending leap into fatherhood.
Trent was torn between feeling scared and envious at the thought. Still, it must be nice to have someone to go home to, especially during the off season. “You have plans for the time off?”
“Yeah. I’ll be spending twenty-four/seven keeping my very pregnant wife happy.”
“Is Anna feeling okay?”
He figured she must be nearing the final stages of the pregnancy. She had to be. She was huge. She was still beautiful, but yeah, there was no doubt there was the baby of a linebacker growing in that belly. Poor little thing looked like she’d topple over if her front side got any heavier.
“She’s doing good.” Cole’s gaze cut to Trent and then away. “She’s in the stage where she’s, um, more demanding than usual. It’s supposedly all the hormones.”
“You mean like bossy?” Anna seemed as sweet as usual to Trent last he’d seen her.
“No, demanding in the bedroom.” Cole had dropped his voice low for that revelation, but not low enough for Trent.
“Dude. No, I don’t wanna hear that. TMI.” Trent buried his head in his hands trying to block his ears from the information he didn’t want.
Cole laughed. “What? It’s no secret. It’s in all the pregnancy books.”
“Well, I don’t happen to be up on my baby book reading so keep that shit to yourself, please.”
“Okay, sissy boy.” Cole rolled his eyes. “You’d probably crawl right under the table if I told you about mucous plugs and afterbirth—”
“Ugh. Cole, I swear to God, don’t make me knock you right out of that chair.”
Trent had pulled his share of calves during calving season back on his granddaddy’s ranch. He’d been elbow deep inside some pretty gross shit that Cole wouldn’t even be able to imagine, but hearing this kind of stuff about his friend’s wife was too much. He had to look Anna in the face next time he saw her and when he did he didn’t want to think about any of the things Cole was putting in his head.
Thank God the waitress appeared with their beers and gave Trent a reprieve from more talk of birthing horrors.
When the waitress had left them alone again, Cole eyed Trent. “What are your plans for the break? You headed home to Texas?”
Trent wobbled his head. “Eventually, yeah. But first I’m taking a week away from everyone, including family and friends. Someplace where no one knows me.”
It sounded horrible, but he really did need some time completely alone to decompress from the demands of the season. Especially a season when the Outlaws hadn’t made the Super Bowl. It seemed the press was even more vicious and relentless in pursuing the losers of the final playoff game, than the winners. That he and Cole had made it out of the team meeting and to the bar without fighting a throng of paparazzi was a miracle.
Cole snorted out a laugh. “Where do you think you can go that no one knows you? You buy a ticket to the space station? Because I’m betting the guys at NASA are fans too, so that plan could backfire on you. You’ll be floating around in zero gravity, running over game plans with a bunch of astronauts who’d wanted to play pro football when they were a kid.”
“Ha, ha. And no, not the space station. I got a place.” Miles of sandy beaches. The prettiest water he’d ever seen. Sunsets amazing enough to make even a jaded man like himself slow down long enough to take notice. An entire week of nothing but a cold drink in his hand and the warm breeze at his back.
“Really?” Cole raised his brows. “Do tell. If this paradise really does exist, I want in.”
Cole was right. It was paradise. Trent’s paradise and he wasn’t sharing.
“Nope.” Trent shook his head. “Sorry, man. It’s secret.”
A furrow creased Cole’s forehead. “What do you mean it’s a secret? You won’t even tell me?”
“Especially not you.”
“Why the hell not? Don’t you trust me?”
“Hell yeah, I trust you.” It was most everyone else in the world Trent didn’t trust. “But if you show up people are gonna recognize you. Once word spreads that the Outlaws vacation at this place, I’ll never be able to go there again.”
“Come on. You’ve been there and no one recognized you, right?”
“Because I take extreme precautions to make sure they don’t. And I go alone, not with a wife who’s been in the press as much as you lately.” Trent shook his head again, more adamantly this time. “Nope. I can’t risk it.”
When Trent said extreme precautions, he meant it. Fake name. Adding blonde highlights to his normally brown hair. He was so careful he kept a tank top on even at the pool to hide the Texas Longhorns tattoo he’d gotten on his chest senior year.
Two years ago he’d even considered brown contact lenses to cover his green eyes. That plan had fallen through before it even got off the ground. Day one in the eye doctor’s office Trent had found that though he could face the biggest meanest opposition during a game, he was too scared to stick a piece of plastic in his eye. Luckily, he’d gotten away with sunglasses during the day and fake eyeglasses at night for two years running with no problem.
Letting Cole in on the deal knowing his fame? Nope.
Including his friend would be the end of Trent’s annual retreat. Cole’s longtime infamy with the press had only been escalated by the notorious bad boy’s recent marriage to and pending child with Anna. A superstar couldn’t marry a completely unknown first grade teacher on a whim in Vegas without causing some pretty big ripples in the press.
“I can’t believe you.” Cole scowled.
“Sorry, Cole. I love you like a brother, but you’ll have to find your own hidey-hole. This one is mine.”
“Fine.” Looking pissed, Cole took a swallow of his beer as Trent laughed at his expression.
His friend would get over it by the time he finished this bottle. Trent, on the other hand, might just lose his mind completely without his annual weeklong escape from the hell of being famous, and that price was too high to pay even for friendship.
He was heading to Florida and he was going alone.

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