THE COMMANDER (Red, Hot, & Blue, Book 12) by Cat Johnson


To his men on his SpecOps team, Hank Miller is simply the commander. The military is his life, and that’s all he needs—until he travels to Pigeon Hollow for a wedding and meets the woman his men reverently call “Mama”.
Lois Gordon is nothing like Hank envisioned. Instead of the plump, older woman happily baking pies in her farmhouse kitchen, Lois is a smart, sexy powerhouse who runs Gordon Equine…and tempts him to break all his own rules.
The heat between them quickly flares into a weekend fling hotter than Lois’s oven. But with Hank’s dangerous career and two failed marriages between them, forever could be too much to ask for.
Warning: Contains one smoking-hot mama and a man tough enough to not need pot holders to handle her.

EXCERPT (Rated G)
Matt stared toward the group near the house. “Can you believe she’s old enough to be Jimmy and Jack’s mother?”
“I know.” Trey shook his head. “She must have been a teenager when she had Jimmy.”
The rest of the group turned to look at the woman who was now in Jack’s arms.
“Wait a minute. That’s Mama?” Hank nearly choked. The tempting brunette in the flip-flops, blue jeans and well-filled T-shirt? The one he’d been staring at and drooling over for the past few minutes?
“Yup.” Matt nodded.
“No way.” Bull squinted into the distance. “I pictured her looking like Betty Crocker or Mrs. Butterworth. You know, short, plump, wearing an apron covered in flour and holding a pie in her hands.”
That was how Hank had visualized her too. He certainly hadn’t thought he’d be imagining rolling around sweaty with her like he’d been since he first laid eyes on the tempting woman.
“Are you sure that’s Mama?” Hank couldn’t wrap his mind around this revelation.
“Of course, we’re sure.” Trey laughed. “Matt and I were here during our leave last year.”
“Visiting Jack and Jimmy,” Matt added.
“Yes, I know.” Hank had more productive things to worry about than what shady things these two jokers had done. Things such as why was the one woman he’d been interested in since his divorce the mother of two of the men under his command? That made the situation as sticky as one of her famous pies.
Hank watched as Jimmy hustled an ill-looking Lia into the house. Jared and the blonde followed them inside with the suitcases from the trunk of the convertible, and Jack escorted Mama back toward the SUV...and Hank.
His heart rate sped the closer she got, and he smothered a curse at how his body reacted to her like he was a damn teenager. This was the last thing he needed, a schoolboy crush on an off-limits woman.
He searched for a reason to not be attracted to Mama, besides the fact that she was Mama. He knew Jack and Jimmy’s father had left when they were young. He didn’t seem to be in the picture at all. Maybe Mama had a boyfriend. A woman who looked that good wouldn’t stay alone long. Yeah, that would be good. If she were dating, the guy would be invited to the wedding, and then Hank wouldn’t be tempted to even think about her. He blew out a soft breath as Mama took another step toward him.
Perhaps if he kept thinking of her as Mama, he’d remember how off-limits she was. That was his plan and he was sticking to it. Though his resolve wavered as she stood in front of him.
“Commander, this is my mama, Lois Gordon,” Jack introduced them. “Mama, Commander Hank Miller.”
Up close she looked even more like her sons. Like them, she had hazel eyes and golden-brown hair, except hers fell to her shoulders in soft, sun-kissed waves.
Hank extended his hand. “Mrs. Gordon, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Your boys have told me so much about you.”
Everything except how young and attractive she was. That bit of information would have been nice to have in advance.
SAMHAIN    AMAZON    NOOK    iTUNES




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Sizzling Ghost Stories (an erotic paranormal box set!)



Sizzling Ghost Stories by Selena Kitt, Savannah Reardon, and 8 other great authors!

From some of the bestselling names in erotica comes a book full of sizzling encounters with ghosts and other things that go bump in the night, guaranteed to leave you breathless in more ways than one. Authors like Selena Kitt, Carl East, Delilah Fawkes and more, bring you paranormal chills with the sexiest of thrills - stories that are sure to raise your temperature a notch or two!

Warning: not for readers of a delicate disposition - these stories are likely to set the heart racing and fill the reader's head with wild and erotically charged sexual fantasies. You are advised to read these on your own but be sure to keep the lights on - just in case!

 


Excerpt from "Oubliette" by Giselle Renarde:

"I think you're going to need a shower, Oubliette."  Miranda poured the entire bottle of shampoo into the girl's horrible hair and worked it in until her fingers hurt.  The shampoo suds turned black.  "How long have you been out in those woods?"

Oubliette looked up at Miranda and smiled.  Her eyes fluttered and she sank a little deeper into the tub, like she was delighted to be cared for.  She only opened her eyes when Saba reached behind her to pull the plug.  She obviously wasn't expecting it, because she jumped up in the tub, splashing black water and shampoo suds all across the wall.  When she whipped around, she got dirty water all over Miranda's white peasant top.

"It's okay," Saba said.  "Don't panic.  The water's dirty, so time for a shower, okay?  Here, take the soap."

Holding the black bar with both hands, Oubliette examined it intently while Saba turned on the shower.  When water cascaded from the overhead fixture, Oubliette looked up and screeched.  She tried to jump out of the tub, but it caught her shin and she started to fall.  If Saba hadn't been there to catch her, that pretty face would have met the slate floor.

Saba held the naked woman, their chests and cheeks pressed together, both struggling for breath.  As Miranda watched this scene, she chastised herself for feeling so aroused, but she couldn't help it.  Dirty water rushed toward the drain as a clean flow splashed down on Oubliette's pert little bum.  Her naked tits looked so hot against Saba's fine black gown that Miranda would have paid money to watch them kiss.

Straightening Oubliette under the shower, Saba helped the girl wash all that gunk out of her hair. Miranda came forward to help, surprising herself by taking the soap from Oubliette's hands and running it all over the girl's belly and breasts.

"Miranda!" Saba said in a reprimanding whisper.  "Have a little courtesy."

But Oubliette was purring like a kitten, leaning half her weight on Saba while Miranda soaped her filthy flesh.  "Wash," the girl pleaded, pushing her breasts into Miranda's hands.  "Yes, wash."


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Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women’s Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

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Debbie Does Dalhousie (Lesbian MILF Group Sex Erotica)



When Debbie drops her son off at university, the only words of wisdom she can offer are: "Don't work too hard."  Debbie missed out on all sorts of fun by getting married instead of getting a degree, so when three quirky college girls mistake her for a student, she happily comes to their party. Little does Debbie know their all-girl get-together will involve nudity, lust, and a whole lot of licking.

A kinky lesbian MILF group sex story. Originally published in the anthology Anything She Wants.



Excerpt:

“Well, what kind of party is it?”

“This kind,” Alisha said, pointing to the pile of cute, cuddly bunnies on the invitation.

Debbie was starting to feel really dumb now.  “I don’t get it.  What’s a bunch of rabbits supposed to mean?”

Wednesday leaned across the table.  “We all get together and… take off our clothes and…”

“It’s better when there are more people,” Mimi said.

“What, like an orgy?” Debbie asked, far more loudly than she’d intended.

The guys at the next table looked over, and she could only be relieved that Ryan wasn’t among them.

“I guess so,” Alisha answered.  “So, are you still in?”

A thick pulse sounded between Debbie’s thighs.  Alisha, Mimi, and Wednesday were very pretty girls, and she’d come here thinking how many experiences she’d missed out on.  If she said no to this chance, she would always regret it.

“I’m in.”  Debbie forced a smile, though she was nervous as hell.  “I want this.”


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Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women’s Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

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