You can now get all the books in my bestselling THE BUCKLE BUNNIES SERIES in a complete Boxed Set at a fantastic price!
It's all about hot, hunky rodeo riders and the women who can't get enough of them! There are three books, including two m/f/m ménages and one f/f/m. They were originally released individually in ebook, and were so wildly popular, I decided to release them in a complete set. It's available at Amazon, B&N and ARe!
RIDE OF HER LIFE
This ride lasts a lot longer than eight seconds!
Barrel rider Daisy Hollins has run into bronc riders Sawyer Jones and Beau Monroe quite a few times on the rodeo circuit. She’s flirted with both of them, but things have never gone any further than that. Before an event, they're all too focused on the competition, and afterward, they’re usually too sore and tired to do anything but fall into bed.
When she runs into the two hot cowboys in the hotel bar at the Rodeo Finals in Las Vegas, however, there’s a different vibe in the air. When the flirting starts this time, it doesn't stop, and Daisy goes upstairs with both of them for a completely different kind of rodeo ride.
TEAM ROPING
She's not going to sleep with either of them, unless she sleeps with both of them!
When two hot rodeo riders walk into Dallas O'Shea's bar, she can't help but notice them. Steer ropers Mack Carter and Ked Everett have set their sights on her, too, regardless of the fact that she's going to be mixing drinks until closing. Any other time, she would have jumped at the chance to rope herself a hot stud like Mack or Ked - what woman didn't like a pair of cowboy boots under her bed now and then?
When closing time comes around, both men are still there. She can't choose between the two cowboys, so she tells them she won't sleep with either of them, unless she sleeps with both of them. She doesn't think they'll take her up on the offer - they look like they'd rather shoot each other before bedding her together. But they surprise her by agreeing - on one condition. Afterward, Dallas has to honestly tell them who was better in bed. Two hunky cowboys, each motivated to please her like she's never been pleased before? How can a woman lose in a situation like this?
For Dallas, it's going to be a night like she's never had, and for Mack and Ked, the night ends with the cowboys getting a chance to demonstrate two of their greatest talents - roping and riding. Yeehaw!
RIDE 'EM HARD
This night is going to change the meaning of best friends forever!
When Shawna Barton's best friend and barrel racer Britt Miles comes to town, she can't wait to have a girls' night out. The two haven't seen each other in years and the usually shy, reserved Shawna loves hearing about her friend's exploits, especially her most recent sexual encounter with handsome bull rider Clay Winters.
Things take a sexy turn after they run into the man himself a little while later. When he asks them to go dancing, the two women can't refuse and before Shawna knows it, she forgets about her inhibitions and is out there bumping and grinding on the floor with Britt and Clay.
The night gets even more interesting when Clay suggests they take their little threesome back to his place for the kind of ride only a cowboy knows how to give a girl - or in this case, two of them!
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Bet I Can Make You Cry
Remember a trans lesbian novelette I wrote called Friday Night Lipstick?
No?
Good!
Friday
Night Lipstick went off the market in June (previously published by
loveyoudivine Alterotica), but it's back now. If you didn't read it the
first time around, here's your chance. And, trust me: don't pass this
one up. A lesbian erotic romance about transgender women in the 50+ age
bracket is pretty darn rare.
I never expected it to make much of a dent, but earlier today I found it listed at #77 on Amazon's Top 100 list of lesbian romances!
I
don't write a lot of achingly sweet HEA romance, but this story makes
me cry every time I read it. Honestly: I have NEVER made it through the
final chapter without shedding a few tears. I root like hell for these
characters. They deserve all the happiness in the world.
Overview
When Layla and Bernice first met, they'd never heard
the word "transgender." Back then, they thought of themselves as
cross-dressers and frequented gay clubs together.
Twenty years later, Layla is a glamorous and successful real estate
agent living as a woman full-time. Repressed Bernice is still married to
a woman who won't let go of the husband Bernice used to be. She spends
her lonely nights dreaming of a life with lovely Layla.
While Bernice is trapped in a hopeless relationship, Layla seems
perfectly content hopping from bed to bed. On Friday night, when their
facades break down, will these long-time friends finally admit their
love for one another?
And even if they do, how will married Bernice and swinging single Layla build a future together?
WARNINGS: This transgender love story contains explicit erotic language and graphic sex.
Word Count: 14,000
EXCERPT:
There was nothing to say.
There was only the kiss.
For the first time in their twenty-year friendship, Bernice pressed her
lips against Layla’s. Layla went one step further, parting Bernice’s
teeth. Beyond its sheer strength, that tongue was warm and wet and soft
as velvet.
Layla’s kisses matched the vivacity of her character, but there was a
delicacy to every moment that Bernice hadn’t anticipated. Really, she
never thought this day would come. She’d hoped to kiss Layla, dreamed of
it, and now it was happening. Her unnamed wants all sprung to the
surface, though she’d cast them aside in her hopeless hours. In the
passion and tenderness of this kiss, Bernice saw her future. And it was
beautiful.
As they stumbled to Rosanna’s sofa, Bernice peeled the straps from
Layla’s shoulders, letting her skimpy dress fall to her waist. Without
waiting, without asking permission, Bernice latched on to Layla’s
beckoning breasts.
Layla gasped when Bernice pressing both tits together. She’d spent so
many lonely nights dreaming of this in bed, dreaming of the woman she
loved. She loved. She switched nipples and Layla writhed against her
face, moaning, “Yes Bebe, yes doll.”
Bernice pressed her face to those beautiful breasts. Oh, they were so
much softer than she’d imagined. She couldn’t control herself, running
her tongue from nipple to nipple, licking, sucking, biting, making Layla
squeal.
Hiking up her skirt, Layla hooked her thumbs around her black gaff.
Bernice’s breath caught in her lungs. She backed off, giving the woman
room to wriggle out of those tight-fitting undergarments. Her heart
hammered as they slid down Layla’s thighs.
“What’s wrong, doll?” Layla’s copper dress hung over her crotch as she
kicked off her underwear. Bernice looked into her eyes and found them
full of concern. “If it’s too fast, or if you don’t want to…”
“No.” At her age, Bernice felt embarrassed admitting to her
inexperience. “I’m nervous, if you can believe it. I’ve just… I’ve never
done this before.”
With a loving chuckle, Layla leaned forward to plant a kiss on Bernice’s cheek. “You sound like a teenager.”
“I know.” Bernice smirked. “I guess that makes you a cradle-robber.”
Layla rolled her eyes.
“Cougar?”
“Hardly.” Laughing, she said, “You’re older than I am.”
“Don’t remind me.” Bernice gazed into the valley of Layla’s thighs, and
the darkness beyond. God, why was she so afraid? Maybe because Layla had
been with so many men, women, people, who probably had university
degrees in cocksucking. What did Bernice know about giving a blow job?
But Layla hadn’t loved those other people. And she loved Bernice. That was the difference.
There was nothing to be afraid of.
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New Release: Selected Lovers by Zenobia Renquist (Vampire MFM)
SELECTED LOVERS (Caveat Emptor 7.5 - spinoff) is out now!!
The number one question most people (well some people maybe) are probably asking: Is it a stand alone?
The number one question most people (well some people maybe) are probably asking: Is it a stand alone?
SELECTED LOVERS is about three new characters in the Caveat Emptor universe and you get to see Ryver, Theron, Medusa, and Darius again. The story takes place after the events of ETERNAL LOVERS (right before the epilogue) but it can be enjoyed all by its lonesome. It's a spinoff, after all. A oneshot spinoff. This is it for the Caveat Emptor universe. Enjoy!
Selected Lovers
[Caveat Emptor 7.5 spinoff]
by Zenobia Renquist
Publisher: Changeling Press
Genre: Erotic Vampire Interracial Romance, MFM
Price: $4.49/US
Length: Novella
Love, like peace, is never easy where two men are concerned.
The war is over, and now it’s time to rebuild. Rhea has been chosen at random to sit on a joint council to help decide future relations between mages, vampires, and humans. Jeremy and Colm are appointed her guards. What should have been a simple escort assignment becomes so much more when a spell meant to kill ignites a passionate encounter with Rhea caught in the middle.
Haunted by her desires and craving another threesome, Rhea knows it can’t happen. Jeremy is a mage. Colm is a vampire. The men tolerate each other because they’re under orders to cooperate. Without another spell to force them, they would never agree to sharing Rhea again. She has to choose -- the mage with a satisfying kiss or the vampire with a passionate bite… or maybe the third option she hasn’t yet considered.
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EXCERPT:
Colm was growling at Jeremy when Rhea entered the room. She walked between them and said, "How about I sleep on the couch and then you both can have your own rooms? Deal? Deal. Now that that's done" -- she faced Jeremy – "can I order room service or…" She trailed off as a rush of heat made her shudder hard with a surprised gasp.
"Rhea?" Jeremy touched her shoulder.
She shook her head. "Sorry. Long day. I need to eat."
Behind her, Colm said, "You and me both. That taste earlier made me want more." He pressed close to her and asked with his lips hovering above her neck, "How about a little nibble? I bet you're one of the humans who gets off on a vampire's bite."
It was on the tip of her tongue to say no but Rhea found herself leaning against him and tilting her head to the side. She wanted to feel his bite. Wanted it so badly it scared her. She'd never wanted to be with a vampire before… or that was what she told her girlfriends when they had asked.
Rhea suffered from curiosity. She'd heard the stories and rumors of how centuries of living turned vampires into magnificent lovers. Was it true? Maybe. Maybe not. It did make sense though. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to find out.
Colm kissed her neck. "Is that an invitation?"
She rolled her ass against the hard bulge in his pants as her answer.
He cupped her hips with a hungry rumble. "That's what I'm talking about." He licked her neck.
"Back off, vampire." Jeremy made a sweeping gesture.
A ripple in the air traveled from Jeremy to Colm, knocking Colm back from Rhea and pinning him to the wall behind them.
Colm cursed loud and struggled. "Release me!"
Jeremy asked, "When did you last feed?"
"A day ago. Why?"
Jeremy frowned. "A day ago. You shouldn't feel hunger now."
"But I do. She offered. Now let me down. I'm starving." Colm bared his fangs at Jeremy and snarled.
Rhea huddled behind Jeremy for protection… or so she thought. Being that close to him excited her. The same inclination that had her exposing her neck for Colm had her rubbing her breasts against Jeremy's broad back while she bunched up his cloak to get it out of the way.
Jeremy stepped away and then faced her. "Rhea?"
She followed him, much happier with the front of him since that meant she could part his cloak. Reaching one hand through the cloak opening, she caressed his hard abs. A pleased purr left her lips. A man who felt this good shouldn't hide it. She leaned closer to feel more.
"Rhea, what are you doing?"
"You." She let out a throaty laugh she hadn't known she was capable of as she slipped past his cloak to hug him. She cupped the bulge in his pants. "I know you want to."
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Kentucky 98 Proof by KC Kendricks
KENTUCKY 98 PROOF
Contemporary gay romance
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Victor Carter knows his grandfather only from a handful of black and white photographs, so his surprise when the man’s will is read is genuine. What’s he going to do with seventy acres on the side of a Kentucky mountain? More importantly, how’s he going to survive living there for a year to satisfy the conditions of the will so he can sell the property? Even worse, it’s not like the hills of Kentucky are teeming with gay companionship.
Boone Mosely is Kentucky born and bred with a proud family heritage he can trace back to his home state’s founding. Following in his uncle’s footsteps, Boone’s in his second term as sheriff of Four Points. He takes the job seriously and doesn’t suffer fools - or crime - in his town.
When city slicker Victor Carter arrives on Shepherd Mountain, Boone knows he’s got a whole new brand of trouble to deal with. And this time, the badge isn’t going to help him at all.
EXCERPT:
Boone dropped the pickup in gear, gave the powerful four-wheel drive some gas, and swung the nose up the hill before allowing the truck to coast back onto the surface of the lane. He knew better than to try to back out the lane in the snow. “Can you feel your feet?”
“I’ve got a few pins and needles in my toes, but I’m fine. Honest. And thank you for coming to my rescue.”
“It’s my job.” Boone hoped Carter wasn’t about to get all sappy. He hated sap. It wasn’t manly. He stopped at the end of the lane, glanced at his passenger, and froze.
The blue lights of the dashboards danced in Vic’s glittering gaze as he studied him. That obvious speculation wouldn’t do. He’d prefer to battle his attraction to Vic without Vic correctly concluding he was gay. Getting involved with Carter was out of the question.
He was the sheriff here, with an image and a reputation to uphold. People in Four Points were in a lot of ways traditional - not intolerant, just old-fashioned.
Boone wasn’t ready to come out even though he suspected his constituents wouldn’t bat too many eyes, but if he spent a year happily screwing this guy, people would notice.
His was a high-profile position. He respected the badge he wore and the people he served. It didn’t matter how attractive Victor Carter was or that his cock was so stiff it likely had zipper marks embedded in it right now. He’d be damned if he’d throw away a dozen years of hard work just to get his dick sucked. Boone pressed his lips together then snapped at Vic.
“But it’s not my job to keep hauling your ass out of trouble every time I turn around. If you’re gonna be here a year, you’d better figure out a few things, and fast.
And the first thing is, when I give you some advice, you need to fucking listen up.”
Vic stared at him for a few short heartbeats. “I’m sorry, Boone. You’re right.”
Boone glared at him. That was too easy. Carter was going to be in trouble every time he turned around. He checked to make sure the pickup was in four-high and third gear and drove forward into the swirling snow.
Give the man credit, Vic didn’t chatter at him while he drove through the squall. Visibility was low and he needed to concentrate. He knew the roads and where the intersections were and he still had difficulty seeing. Carter would have gotten himself well and truly lost driving around the mountain in this weather. Boone slowed as the lighted sign of the motor lodge glowed red in front of him.
“Which room are you in?”
“Last one on the end. Better for the dog.”
Huh. That made sense. Boone took his foot off the gas pedal and drifted into the parking space. Vic jumped out before he had the truck in park, slipped and landed flat on his ass.
The idiot.
Boone cut the engine and climbed out of the cab at a safer speed. With one gloved hand on the front end of the truck he walked around to the passenger side and found Vic leaning against the front tire. “You okay?”
“My pride is severely bruised.”
“I can just imagine.” Boone reached out to give Vic a hand up. As Vic got to his feet he brushed his jeans off.
“Thanks, Boone.”
“You said that. Get inside before your dog starts to bark and the manager yells at me.”
Vic’s gaze seemed focused on the motel office. “I got a coffee pot if you want to come in and warm up.”
Holy mother of … Wouldn’t that be the stupidest thing he’d done in years?
“Sure, Vic. I could do with a cup.”
Who the fuck said that?
Vic looked surprised and straightened. “Ranger needs to…”
Boone recovered a bit of his equilibrium. “I’ll take him around the side of the building. You get your ass inside. I want a good look at your head, and if I say we’re going to the clinic and wake up Doc Martin, you’re not going to argue with me.”
“Yes, sir. I hear you loud and clear.” Vic opened the side door of the pickup and Ranger leaped to the ground. As soon as his paws hit the pavement, he jumped and hit Vic square in the chest. Boone lunged to catch him before he fell again, but ended up in the snow with him. Could this man be more trouble?
“I’m sorry, Boone! Ranger! Leave off!”
“Sorry my ass, Carter. Sorry ain’t good enough for this little misadventure.”
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KENTUCKY 98 PROOF
ISBN 978-1-61124-471-7
Contemporary gay romance
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When Cal and Rob first met, they
were star-struck, wet-behind-the-ears teenagers who thought all it took to make
it in Hollywood was a great body and good looks. Cal eventually gave up the
dream and became a reporter for an entertainment magazine, while Rob went on to
become a major motion picture star.
Over the next few years, they broke
up and got back together a dozen or more times. Then Rob hit a bad patch when
Cal caught him with another man and kicked him out. Now, almost two years have
passed without a word. Cal has no idea if Rob is even dead or alive, until Rob
calls Cal’s boss out of the blue and offers to do an interview—on condition
that Cal flies to England where Rob is living so they can talk face-to-face.
Because of their personal history, Cal
knows he’s the best person to interview Rob, and so does his boss. But since
Cal is still in love with the man, will the trip to London result in even more
heartbreak?
NOTE: This story is part of the London Calling series.
Genres: Gay /
Contemporary / The Arts / Series
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (19k words)
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (19k words)
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...My back was to the door, and I
didn’t hear it open. The only the warning I received of Rob’s presence was a
whiff of his signature cologne. I turned to find him standing less than a foot
away. I had no idea how long he’d been there.
He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt,
and I noticed he’d put on weight since the last time I saw him. Back then, he
was thin as a rail, so the extra pounds were a big improvement. Apart from a
few strands of silver in his otherwise dark brown hair, he looked pretty much
the way he had before he’d started drinking liquor out of the bottle instead of
a glass. For that I was glad.
“Hi.”
We both said it at the same time,
then laughed. In spite of everything and my determination to keep my distance,
I hoped he’d close the gap, take me in his arms and hug me as long and as hard
as I wanted to hug him. I couldn’t believe it didn’t happen, and I didn’t
understand why.
What was he waiting for? Rob and I
were soul mates; two halves of a whole.
A tic started in my neck. My chest
felt tight, I was having trouble with my breathing, and my cock was making its
wants known by pressing hard against the zipper of my pants. This was
ridiculous. The feelings were still there between us as hot and as strong as
the day we first met. No matter what had happened in the past, or what promises
I’d made about not getting involved again, I knew it wouldn’t take long before
we forgot the unimportant things. We still wanted one another. No matter how we
might pretend otherwise, it was as simple as that. We wanted to rip off our
clothes, jump into the nearest bed and fuck our brains out.
At least that’s what I thought,
until I noticed the tight, humorless smile on Rob’s face. The smile that said
hell would freeze over before anything like that happened between us.
Then I remembered this was business.
I was here in my professional capacity and at his insistence. If he’d brought
me here for any reason other than the interview, it would be up to him to make
the first move. And that showed no sign of happening any time soon.
My joy at seeing him again and every
emotion I’d felt dissipated, fast. I should have expected something like this.
It was almost two years since we’d split for good, and life moved on. His
certainly had. He was back in England, living what appeared to be a very nice
life in a better than average house. At a guess, I’d say he’d found someone
new. He’d never liked living alone. But whatever! His personal life was no
longer my concern.
I watched as he trailed a finger
along the edge of the library table and wondered what he was thinking.
“So, when did you arrive? I expected
you this morning.” His tone was cool, polite, and slightly chiding, like a
doctor or a teacher letting you know you’d failed them in some way.
I explained about the unexpected
length of the stopover in New York and then sleeping in until noon. I didn’t
feel like apologizing, so I didn’t. None of it was my fault.
“Well, at least you’re here now.”
Rob hesitated, as if he didn’t know
what to say next. Our final parting had been far from amicable. Things had been
said that weren’t easily forgotten. In spite of that and the fact I was here on
assignment and not as a friend, a brief hug would have cleared the air a
little. But the moment had passed, and it was too late for that now.
“It’s nice to see you, Cal. I
appreciate you coming over. How have you been? Well, I trust.”
I took a mental
and then a physical step back. I hadn’t expected this to be easy. I knew
meeting again was bound to feel a little awkward, maybe even downright
difficult. If Rob thought we could avoid all that by keeping things formal, I
wasn’t about to argue. Going by our history it was probably for the best...
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INSERT NAME HERE by Eve Summers
Red Rose Publishing
August 2013
EXCERPT
This is my To-Do-Before-I-Turn-30 list:
• Eat an ostrich egg. Check.
• Play with a cheetah cub. Check.
• Swim with a dolphin. Check.
• Scuba dive in a foreign country. Double check for doing it at night.
• Skydive. Check, bonus points because I wasn’t scared.
• Dare to love again. Nah, cross it out. So not going to happen. I’ve learned my lesson.
• Make love on a yacht.
• ... With a stranger for extra points.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not into one-night stands. The idea of getting close and intimate with someone I’m not emotionally involved with gives me the creeps. I only included it in my to-do list because I was hurt and devastated and not thinking straight.
Getting dumped wasn’t on my to-do list. Neither was an impromptu trip to Africa. When my now-ex-boyfriend broke up with me, I simply sold my engagement ring and booked the first holiday package I found. My Before-I-Turn-30 list was born on the long flight towards the Black Continent.
And now I’m in Africa. The sun is hot. The air is hot. My energy levels are up there with over-boiling. In just two short weeks, I managed to put a big fat checkmark next to five items on my bucket list. Beats choosing the wedding cake, that’s for damned sure.
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New Audiobook! Saturday on a Tuesday (Lesbian BDSM Erotica)
"Saturday on a Tuesday" has got everything you're looking for in a lesbian sex-at-work BDSM story. Originally published in the "Smut in the City" anthology edited by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse, it's now available as a standalone audiobook!
Junior lawyer Liddy's ex-girlfriend called her a Saturday Night Lesbian--a woman who acts straight during the week and only gives in to temptation at the weekend. When Gemma, a partner at the firm, finds the young woman in the lunchroom after hours, she uses her hand, her belt, and a tray of ice cubes to help Liddy prove she can get crazy any night of the week.
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“I hope you wore pleasing panties today,” Gemma said, pushing her voice into a lower register, making it boom and reverberate throughout the kitchen. “I don’t want to be disappointed by a ratty pair of undies when I lift this skirt.”
“You won’t be disappointed, ma’am.” Liddy wiggled her bum, beckoning Gemma’s advance. “I think you’re really going to like my pretty panties.”
Gemma lifted that grey woollen skirt, and what she found underneath pleased her immensely. Liddy’s panties were pink. Hot pink, and mesh with a rhumba ruffle on the derriere.
“Do you?” Liddy begged. “Do you like my panties, ma’am?”
“Very much so.”
“I like them too, ma’am. They feel wonderful against my skin.” She turned enough that Gemma could see the splashes of creamy coffee against her pale flesh. When she arched up, droplets fell from her hard nipples and splashed against the table. “Did you want to feel my panties against your palm, ma’am?”
Gemma’s heart palpitated, but her hand remained steady. She accepted Liddy’s invitation, smacking the girl’s ass. Those hot pink rhumba ruffles fluttered as the blow landed, and Liddy yelped. She slid across the table when Gemma spanked her again, knocking the coffee mug to the floor. When it shattered, she cried, “I’m sorry! I’ll clean it!”
“Not just yet,” Gemma insisted, tearing down Liddy’s pretty panties.
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http://www.amazon.com/Saturday-Tuesday-Anastasia-Erotic-Explicit/dp/B00DJBSNII/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&qid=1375376464&sr=8-12&keywords=saturday+on+a+tuesday
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