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Erotic MC Romance
 
 
I grabbed Ginger by the hand and pulled her out of the room, down the hall and to the bathroom. Her resistance was futile, her fear unimportant. I knew what I had to do, and if she were smart, she'd realize it, too. If she wanted to live. I opened the bathroom door and yanked her inside, thanking fuck that I found it empty. It was filthy, but better than nothing, and it had a shower that everyone used when they felt the need to be clean, which wasn't often.

Ginger spun around when I shut the door, the look of a trapped animal in her pretty blues. I ignored her growing terror, steeling myself for what I had to do. Even behind closed doors I had to make it real, had to be convincing that I was an unfeeling bastard. I saw her swallow, could see her tits rising and falling rapidly as the fear of the unknown overwhelmed her. She was expecting the worst, preparing herself to do whatever she had to do to survive.

"Take off your clothes." I kept my tone harsh, indifferent to her growing panic.

She shook her head vigorously and stepped back, slamming hard against the cracked porcelain sink. A nervous cry escaped her, and her eyes were wild as she took in her surroundings and realized that there was no escape. Her gaze touched on the door behind me before meeting my eyes.

"Please‒"

"Take off your fucking clothes," I said in an uncaring, demanding tone. "You're filthy, and not in a way that gets my dick hard. Now undress." I removed my cut and the t-shirt beneath it. "In fact, I think I'll join you." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head at that. "If you're not undressed by the time I'm out of my clothes, you won't like the consequences." I kicked off my boots as my hands went to the front of my pants.

As I’d expected she would, Ginger's small hands began to unbutton her blouse. Slowly she began to expose enticing, creamy skin to my wandering eyes. I undid my pants. She lowered her gaze to the floor and turned around before reluctantly removing the garment. I let her have her moment of modesty before I looked into the mirror in front of her. Fuck. My dick took notice of her perfect tits and rosy nipples. Hard nipples. Surprising.

I lowered my zipper, the sound of it overloud in the tiny room. I could tell that she knew what I was doing by the stiffening of her backside, but she didn't let it stop her from removing her jeans. As I kicked mine away, hers hit the floor. I hissed, taking in the mouth-watering curves of her shapely ass, an ass I wanted to dig my fingers into while I was grinding my dick into her cunt. Fucking hell, I hadn't expected the surge of lust that was heating my blood at an alarming rate.

The sound of harsh breathing filled the room, and it took a minute before I realized that it was mine. "Turn around," I demanded sharply.

I kept the smile to myself when I watched her bring her long hair forward, knowing that she was trying to use it to shield as much of her nudity as she could from me. She'd all but succeeded. When she turned, her tits were hidden behind the thick layers of her hair, and her hands were shielding her pussy from me.

"Come here, Ginger."

She padded toward me slowly. I was glad that she was acting sensible. It would make my job a helluva lot easier, and besides, I didn't want to hurt her. When she was within inches of me she halted, her gaze still lowered to the floor. "Look at me." I moved her hair back behind her, exposing those luscious tits. Christ, they were full and rounded, more than a handful, and her rosy little nipples made me salivate and my dick harden.

Her worried, frightened eyes locked onto mine, and I steeled myself from softening towards her. "This is going to happen, Ginger. You and I both know that Wildman will kill us both if it doesn't, and that's after every one of his brothers fucks you raw." I hesitated, giving her time to digest that. "You want that to happen?" She shook her head, a lone tear making its way down her cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb. "No more resistance from you, and I'll make it as easy on you as I can."

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Santa's Big Little Helper
by Celine Chatillon

Be careful what you ask Santa for—you just might get it. Suellen confesses to an angelic hobo she's befriended on Christmas Eve that she lusts after the cover model on her romance novel because he reminds her of Carlos, a shy, handsome trucker who frequents her coffee shop. Santa's helper Carlos is given instructions by his friend Ol' Nick to make Suellen's dreams come true, and when Carlos finds out what they are, he can't wait. A little snow, a bearskin rug, and some fuzzy handcuffs make it a very Merry Christmas for the two lovers!

Excerpt: Suellen wakes up and discovers Carlos in her bed  Christmas morning.

Suellen took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Hmm…Carlos smelled of good honest sweat and soap and what all. She took another deep breath. That was a big mistake. The aroma of his aftershave mixed with the warm musk of a muscular male body made her head spin. 


She could see him, feel him, smell him and, perhaps she could even taste him. This was the most realistic hallucination she’d ever experienced. What a way to come out of a hangover.

“You work for Santa Claus and not a trucking company?” she babbled.

“Both. I started working for Santa a few years ago in between driving jobs.” He chuckled. “His big little helper, he likes to call me.”

Suellen found her gaze wandering from Carlos’ bright grin to the big bulge in his Speedo. “Uh-huh. So, tell me…How many other lonely women have you helped this way for dear old Santa?”

He frowned as a cloud of hurt descended over his ebony eyes. His hands gripped her shoulders tighter. “You’re the first. I promise. I usually help Santa deliver gifts to illegal immigrants and others who hang out in remote places. I also travel along the river on Christmas Eve and give out gifts of food and blankets in the shanty towns.”

“What a wonderful thing, helping those less fortunate.” She relaxed slightly, but she couldn’t block out the effects of his masculine presence. 

“Glad you approve and don’t think I’m a stalker.”

“No, of course you aren’t, and I didn’t mean to doubt you.” Suellen took a deep breath and regretted it. His spicy cologne scent possessed the same mind-numbing effect as the little hobo’s whiskey. “It’s just I’m usually not such a naughty girl. I mean, I’ve been on Santa’s good girl's list for years—so he’s told me.”

Carlos smiled. “Yes, he told me. It’s why he didn’t want you to be alone anymore.”
  

Santa's Big Little Helper is now available at eXtasy Books and wherever fine ebooks are sold!

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A #Threesome for #Christmas: A Holiday #Menage by Giselle Renarde

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0788VB3G7?tag=dondes-20
A Threesome for Christmas
A Holiday Menage by Giselle Renarde

Cathy takes care of everyone else’s needs. This Christmas, who will take care of hers?

The holidays are coming. For Cathy, that means getting the house ready for her elderly mother’s arrival. Things are going to change in the New Year. She’ll be taking care of Mom full-time. It’s the right thing to do, but that doesn’t mean she’s looking forward to it.

Enter Jeremy, the young tenant who lives in her basement, and Vance, the rugged handyman who makes Cathy weak in the knees. If anyone knows how to look after Cathy, it’s these two guys!

Hot tears welled in Cathy’s eyes. Shifting out of her chair, she turned toward the sink because she didn’t want Jeremy to see her cry. She grabbed the kettle and dumped out the stale water, adding fresh, then turning it on. What else could she do? Wash her breakfast dishes. That would buy her enough time for the choking sensation in her throat to subside.

But Jeremy wasn’t a stupid guy. He said, “Hey Cath, what’s wrong? Anything I can do?”

How could she answer a question like that? Her shoulders fell, followed by her head, and she told him, “There’s nothing anyone can do. Not only am I alone, but now I get to spend the next few years of my life playing nursemaid to a mother who thinks everything I do is wrong. I don’t want to do this, Jeremy! I don’t want her living here!”

When Cathy turned, Jeremy was right there in front of her, ready for her to collapse in his arms. And she did. She’d been holding in her tears for too long, and they all came out, soaking his terrycloth robe.

“Hey, hey, you’re not alone,” Jeremy consoled her. She could hear in his voice that she’d hurt him. “You’ve got me, remember? I’m here. I’m always here for you.”

“Oh, I know you are, but…” Cathy opened her eyes to find the handsome bath installer standing at the kitchen door, watching the scene. Straightening away from Jeremy, she wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Yes? Is there anything I can do for you?”

She hated herself for being so curt, but Cathy hated crying in front of other people. It was embarrassing. And for him to catch her in Jeremy’s arms…

“I’m sorry,” the installer said. “I heard crying and…” His thought trailed off as he stared daggers at Jeremy.

Men were so strange.

“Oh,” Cathy said. “This is Jeremy, my tenant. He rents the basement suite.”

The installer man nodded, then wiped his hand on his overalls and stuck it out for Jeremy to shake. “Vance. Good to meet you.”
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Marilyn in the Middle: #Lesbian #Erotic #Romance by Giselle Renarde

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/753253
Best friends make the best girlfriends…

Jasmine’s in love with her best friend Innes, but Innes is obsessed with Marilyn Monroe! Innes has even decided to dye her hair platinum blonde so she’ll look more like the object of her affection. When Innes asks Jasmine to do the honours, of course she agrees. She’s tired of playing second fiddle to a movie star, but maybe the intimacy of the act will give her the courage to tell her best friend how she really feels.

If this goes badly, Jasmine will lose not only the woman she loves, but her closest friend. But if Innes feels the same way, it could spell Happily Ever After for two best friends.

Marilyn in the Middle is a steamy lesbian romance short from award-winning author Giselle Renarde.

Find Jasmine and Innes's story at Kobo, Smashwords, Amazon, Excitica or Barnes and Noble

Enjoy an excerpt from Marilyn in the Middle:


I couldn’t help but stare. There was just so much to look at.

Innes caught me, of course, and said, “She’s gorgeous, don’t you think?” Following my gaze to the huge cluster of Marilyn Monroe prints hanging over her TV, she went on to say, “If you ask me, she’s the most desirable woman there ever was.”

“Can’t argue with that,” I replied, even though I surely could have.

I could have said, “I know one woman who’s ten times more beautiful than Marilyn Monroe.”

Innes would have looked at me funny and hesitated before asking, “Who?”

Then I’d move in so close she would flinch. I’d wrap my arms around her curvy middle and say, “You, Innes. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on.”

I would kiss her, then—our first kiss, at long last! Whether she'd kiss me back or pull away I really wasn't sure. That's what had held me back all these years. To me, a kiss was a point of no return. From there, either a relationship began or a friendship ended.

If I were to kiss Innes, everything would change. For better or for worse...

Find Jasmine and Innes's story at Kobo, Smashwords, Amazon, Excitica or Barnes and Noble

http://patreon.com/audioerotica

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Revisiting the Murder Mystery Romance: THE EMBEZZLED ENVELOPE (PG excerpt)


THE EMBEZZLED ENVELOPE--Book Six in the Minx Tobin Murder Mystery Series

Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Murder Mystery Romance

Price: $1.99 electronically

Buy Link:
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Visit https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lb4wPYfCndg to see a trailer of THE EMBEZZLED ENVELOPE.

Blurb:
An old embezzlement case takes on a new twist: murder. When Minx tries to clear her good friend’s name, she gets burned... literally.

FRIENDS DON’T LET FRIENDS... GET MURDERED
An old embezzling charge comes back to haunt Minx’s friend, Dallas Porter. Not only that, he’s now the prime suspect in a murder case. If she doesn’t help him, he could get convicted. But if she does help him, the murderer just might retaliate. How can Minx clear her friend... and not get killed?

Homicide Lieutenant Gabe Harris wants to start the New Year off right. His main resolution is to keep his new fiancée out of trouble. But trouble zeroes in on Minx, whether she looks for it or not. Why do murders and Minx seem to go together?

Scene Set-Up:
As Homicide Lieutenant Gabe Harris prepares for work, he is thankful the New Year is starting off right: his new love, Minx Tobin, is now his fiancée.

Excerpt:
Gabe rolled out of bed at ten past ten. He usually didn't sleep so late, but then again, he usually didn't hit the sheets at five in the morning.

Getting to his bare feet, he gazed down at the lovely woman in his bed. Minx still slept, now on her right side, her long hair tossed every which way upon the pillow. With her left hand nestled near her chin, a diamond shone through her dark brown strands -- the engagement ring, a promise of a shared future together.

He smiled. Yeah, this was the way to start a New Year...and every year for the rest of their lives.

But time was wasting. He had to get started on the day. Unfortunately a new murder had piggybacked onto an old murder, and if he didn't make progress on both of them, there'd be hell to pay.

After an invigorating hot shower, he toweled dry and got dressed. Minx was just beginning to wake up by the time he stepped out of the master bathroom.

"Mmm," she murmured sensuously as she stirred under the covers. "Don't you look good enough to eat."

"As do you." He finished buttoning up his denim oxford shirt, checked his image in the mirror, and then combed his damp hair.

She propped herself up, resting against the headboard. "Something tells me you're all business this morning. Psychic, aren't I? No time to play, Lieutenant?"

"Morning's almost gone, sweetheart." He walked over to the king bed and sandwiched her hand between his. "I've got to go in. Paperwork to fill out."

Paperwork. There was always paperwork.

"Okay, here's the plan, Minx. We've got a dinner invite at the Atwells -- one o'clock. So, if you'll let me out of here without assaulting me..."

As he kissed her fingertips, he winked. "Then I'll pick you up around twelve thirty. Plenty of time to make it without being late. Besides, Carlotta would have my head if we were."

"Sounds like a plan." Minx batted her lashes at him. "But when can I assault you, Lieutenant?"

"You are an insatiable little minx, aren't you, Ms. Tobin?" He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss, emphasis on the quick. Any longer contact with her lips would cause him to change his mind. "Let's make a date. What about this evening, after we get home?"

She stuck her delectable tongue out at him. "Tease."

"Spoilsport," he countered, in keeping with their usual banter.

Still smiling, he left the bedroom. As soon as he got downstairs, he switched gears, his mind now occupied with his latest murder case.

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Hope you enjoy!

Susanne Marie Knight

Read outside the box: award-winning Romance Writing With A Twist

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Revisiting THE WAKEFIELD DISTURBANCE (PG excerpt)


THE WAKEFIELD DISTURBANCE

Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Paranormal Romantic Suspense

Price: $4.99

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Blurb:
A Gift... Or A Curse?
Lara Wakefield receives messages from the dead. Her latest “client” is a murdered young girl who wants to be put to rest. The girl’s killer, however, objects. Can Lara find the girl’s body without becoming the next victim?  

Money Or Love?
Private investigator Stuart Manning wants nothing to do with supernatural phenomena. A retainer of $50,000 overcomes his reluctance. Lara’s innate ability, integrity, and beauty cause him to have second thoughts about psychics, while deadly occurrences cause him to believe the little girl’s murderer is still hanging around. How can Stuart protect Lara when the killer is always one step ahead?

Scene Set-Up:
Laura Wakefield awakens in a strange hotel room with a strange man in bed with her and a wedding ring on her finger. She struggles to regain her memory.

Excerpt:
Lara groaned. It was official; this was the worst headache she’d ever suffered because of her gift. In all the years she’d served as messenger girl to the dead, she never, ever felt as totally wiped as she did this very minute.

Exhaling her frustration, she lay limply on what she assumed was a bed. She didn’t even have energy to open her eyes, plus her memory had holes large enough to walk through. Where was this bed located? Where was she? Why did her head feel two sizes too large?

Flitting images teased her. She saw herself in a mirror; a drugged out zombie peered back at her. She recalled taking a moon walk to a truck. The taste of a sandwich laced with spicy mustard stung her mouth. More walking, and more eating but where to and what kind of food eluded her. The cold chill of floor tile had iced her bare feet, and she felt the pull of a shirt over her head with some trouble sticking her arms through the large armholes.

A masculine fragrance drifted over to her, too. The rugged face of the man she’d met yesterday--was it just yesterday?--popped into her mind. In all these memories, Stuart Manning had helped her. She heard his deep voice. He’d told her that she wanted to accompany him.

Why couldn’t she remember?

Lara lifted her bent arms up then out, brushing the back of her left hand against her forehead. The hard surface of a ring hit her left temple.

Whoa. Her eyelids flew open and in the dark, she stared at her ring finger. A slim gold band encircled it--a band signifying marriage.

She immediately sat up. There was no way she could forget getting married. No way at all. She glanced to her right and her stomach dropped. On the pillow next to her was Stuart Manning’s head, then came his neck, his broad shoulders, and part of his well-defined chest, generously delineated with hair. The bed sheets hid whether he was completely naked.

“Omigosh!” She stuffed her fist into her mouth. That he still slept was a blessing. That she so wantonly slept next to him was a catastrophe.

But was it so wanton if they were married?

This can't be. This just can't be! Not wanting to wake him, Lara slipped from the bed. As she'd remembered, she wore an oversized tee shirt--his, most likely. When she patted herself down, she cringed. She had nothing on underneath.

Oh, God. How could this get any worse?

Her imagination supplied several answers. Well, you could’ve gotten pregnant, could’ve contracted a social disease, he could be a mass murderer--

Stop it! Useless conjecture didn't help this situation. She had to pull herself together and try to remember. Thankfully, her head wasn't quite so fuzzy as before so she took stock of her surroundings as best as she could in the dark. One bed, two night tables, dresser, table and chairs equaled standard hotel/motel room fare.

She cautiously made her way to the window and peeked out from behind the heavy drapes. Early morning’s murky haze bathed a crowded row of vehicles parked near the building. A partial view of a neon sign near the road proclaimed “Bismarck” and “No Vacancy.”

Dropping the drapery, she leaned against the wall. Her legs didn’t want to support her anymore. North Dakota? How could she suddenly wake up in North Dakota?

Or, the more important question, how could she suddenly wake up married? 

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Hope you enjoy!

Susanne Marie Knight

Read outside the box: award-winning Romance Writing With A Twist

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New Release: In the Moment

In the Moment

Author: Jennifer Wilck

Genre: Contemporary Romance 

Price: $4.99


Blurb:

Cassie Edwards, a former foster child, purchases an 1870s Victorian mansion, the one home from her childhood where she felt like part of a family. She’s spending her summer lovingly restoring it, with dreams of one day raising a family of her own here. Rayne Tucket, a photojournalist, is haunted by the death of his best friend in Afghanistan, a death he thinks is his fault. He survives day to day. Forever is not in his vocabulary. Swearing off photography, he answers an ad for a handyman—mindless, no emotion involved. As the two of them renovate her house, can Cassie show Rayne that love is strong enough to heal all wounds?

Excerpt:

The intimate closeness made her stomach flutter. The proximity of their bodies, the rush of the water, and his feathering touch on her lips made her dizzy. She gripped his arms for support. He grasped her waist, staring deep in her eyes.
He was going to kiss her. She knew it. His pupils dilated. Time slowed. The rushing water pounded around her. She opened her mouth, as much to drink in air as to get ready to kiss him back. His eyes narrowed, focused on her lips. She leaned toward him. Their wet bodies pressed against each other. Her breasts tingled, and her stomach heated at the contact. She wanted this to go on forever, but at the same time, she wanted him to hurry up and kiss her so their lips could finally meet. At the last possible second, he pushed away.
She stood there, confused and aching.
“I’m not the staying kind, Cassie.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“A woman like you needs a man who’ll stay forever. My time here has an expiration date.”

She ducked under the water. When she came up, she pushed her hair out of her face. “I know you’re leaving. You don’t have to, though.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Why?”

“Because I have a promise to keep.”
“What kind of promise?”

“The unbreakable kind.”
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Hope you enjoy!

Jennifer Wilck

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