PUMPKINNAPPER--Regency Halloween comedy

Have a hilarious Halloween with my Regency comedy romance, PUMPKINNAPPER!

Pumpkinnapper was a finalist in the 2011 EPIC eBook Awards Competition in the Historical Romance category.

So, here it is!

Let me tell you a tale of a love triangle: man, woman and goose. Join the fowl frolic as Henry the man and Henry the goose spar over heroine Emily's affections while they try to capture the foul (or is it fowl?) pumpkin thieves.

Reviewers have given Pumpkinnapper a 5 out of 5, an A- , 3 1/2 hearts, and 4.5 books out of 5.
Long And Short Romance (LASR) Reviews: 4 1/2 books

"It's a Regency era All Hallows Eve tale full of hilarity, a dashing hero and a darling heroine, a nuisance of a goose and possibly a spirit or two. What's not to like?"

Pumpkin thieves, a youthful love rekindled and a jealous goose. Oh my!

Last night someone tried to steal the widowed Mrs. Emily Metcalfe's pumpkins. She's certain the culprit is her old childhood nemesis and the secret love of her youth, Henry, nicknamed Hank, whom she hasn't seen in ten years.

Henry, Baron Grey, who's never forgotten the girl he loved but couldn't pursue so long ago, decides to catch Emily's would-be thief. Even after she reveals his childhood nickname--the one he would rather forget. And even after her jealous pet goose bites him in an embarrassing place.

Oh, the things a man does for love.


"Emily, even with Henry, formidable as he is--" Hank glared at the goose. The goose glared back "--you need protection. I will send over some footmen to guard the place."

"No. Turnip Cottage belongs to Charlotte's husband. What will the townspeople think, with Lord Grey's servants about my house?"

Her refusal increased his fury. The sight of her hand on that damned goose's head didn't improve his mood, either. He balled his fists as his patience thinned and something else thickened. "I'll find you a guard dog. You must have some protection out here all alone."

"But I have Henry." She patted the goose's head and the bird snuggled into her hand. Again.

Heat flooded Hank, part desire for Emily's touch, and part desire to murder that damned goose, who was where he wanted to be. His insides groaned. "Very well, then, you leave me no choice. I will help you catch the culprits."


He changed his voice to the voice that either melted a woman or earned him a slap in the face. "Who knows, mayhap we would enjoy ourselves as I lie in wait with you." I would love to lie with you.

Her eyes widened. Had she understood the innuendo?

"I cannot stay alone with you, and you know it," she said, her voice severe.

"You are a widow in your own home and no one will see. I will make sure of it."

"No." She marched back into her cottage and slammed the door. Henry smirked and waddled away.

Hank grinned. He would be back, whether she liked it or not.

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Linda Banche
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New Release! Hot Cowboy Menage! TEAM ROPING, Book Two in The Buckle Bunnies Series!

What's better than a hot cowboy? Two hot cowboys, of course! Which is exactly what you'll get in TEAM ROPING, the second book in my BUCKLE BUNNIES SERIES!

Remember I mentioned that this series focuses on hot, hunky rodeo riders and the women who can't get enough of them? Well, in this book, sexy bar owner Dallas O'Shea has a pair of steer ropers competing for her attention. She can't choose between the two men, though, so she tells them that she won't sleep with either of them, unless she sleeps with both of them - at the same time!

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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!


Her gaze went to Mack and Ked. They were both lounging back on their bar stools, looking more handsome than two men had a right to be. Since they’d hung around this long, they obviously weren’t going anywhere. For the first time, she started thinking she might really end up with company for the evening. But which one would she take home with her? Whoever it was, they were definitely going to her place. She wasn't a hotel kind of girl.

She gave them a careful perusal as she rinsed out the blender she’d used to make the cosmic screwdriver. They were both damn hot, each in his own unique way.

Ked was broader and more muscular. Mack had that lean, wiry look that so many rodeo riders possessed. Ked’s hair was a bit shorter than Mack’s, but she'd have no problem getting her fingers lost in either man’s.

Both men were at least a foot taller than she was — that was important. She liked a guy who could pull her into his arms and make her melt. That didn't work out so well when a woman was taller than her man.

Both had that slight stubble on their jaws she found so attractive. Her hand just itched to caress all that scruff.

Both had very interesting bulges in their jeans, too — bulges that made her mouth water with delight at the thought of how well-endowed they must be.

Hell, both men even had damn near perfect boots on — she’d caught a glimpse when she’d leaned over the bar to talk to them earlier.

So, how was she supposed to decide between them?

She didn't know, but figured she couldn't go wrong either way. Something told her both men would be championship buckle material in the sack. The image made her pussy suddenly throb. She would have slid her hand down for a caress or two, but the customers probably would have noticed her playing with herself.

Dallas bit her lip to stifle a moan and glanced at the clock again. One-thirty. It was a little early to give last call, but she did it anyway. The regulars grumbled at that, but she pacified them quickly enough by announcing the final round was on the house.

Mack and Ked both looked relieved to hear it was closing time. To her surprise, they grabbed some towels from behind the bar and wiped down the tables as customers slowly trickled out. They sure were eager to get her into bed, weren’t they? She almost told them they didn’t have to help, but then she got a look at their jean-clad butts as
they turned to put the chairs up on the tables and forgot what she’d been going to say.

Damn, those were some great asses.

Since she had two men more than willing to help clean up the place, Dallas let Caleb and the waitresses go early. Her cook, Marsala, left as soon as she cleaned up the kitchen and put away the leftovers. As Dallas watched the two men sweep the floor — while eyeing each other like a pair of ornery bulls—she called cabs for the patrons too blasted to walk home, much less drive. She was grateful to Mack and Ked for helping her get those who’d overimbibed into their rides when they got there. That was usually the worst job of the night, but for the rodeo cowboys rustling drunks was probably nothing compared to
manhandling a couple hundred pounds of pissed-off steer.

“I need to do some paperwork before I leave,” she said as they closed the door behind the last of the customers. “You’ll both be here when I come out of the office, right?”

“I can’t speak for Ked, but I’m not going anywhere,” Mack said.

“Me, either,” Ked agreed.

Her lips curved. She hoped that’d be their answer.

Dallas quickly counted up the credit card receipts and cash, then locked everything in the safe in her office. It took a few more minutes to handle the accounting books.

Mostly because she was preoccupied with the two horny cowboys out there cleaning up for her as she marked down Sara as being out while throwing some overtime cash to her other workers for handling the big rodeo rush so well. What the heck was she going to do with Mack and Ked?

They were both gorgeous as sin, both obviously interested in her, and both looking for a night of no-strings-attached fun. In other words, both were perfect for her. Unfortunately, there was no practical way to choose between them.

She supposed she could ask each man for a kiss and see which was better. Kind of like test driving a car. Then again, maybe that wasn’t the best idea. As competitive as these two were, it’d likely start a fist fight between them, and she'd be left with a busted-up bar and no sex.

Sighing, she turned off the light and walked out of her office to find her potential bedmates leaning casually back against the bar and looking good enough to eat. It was useless. There was no way she could choose between them.

Why should she have to?

Dallas almost gasped at the thought. What was she saying, that she wanted to have a threesome with them? It was something she’d always fantasized about — didn’t every woman? But that had only been a fantasy. She’d never imagine doing it for real. Here was her chance. Only a fool would pass that up.

Of course, she had no idea if these two cowboys would go for it.

They’d turned down the lights in the bar until the place felt more like an old-fashioned saloon than a modern cowboy bar. She liked it—the darkened room set the perfect ambience for what she intended.
They had also flipped the switch on the welcome light in the front window. Now it read Closed — Come Back Real Soon!

These two thought of everything.

Everything except the possibility that she wanted to sleep with both of them, she’d wager.

Dallas put a little extra wiggle in her walk as she approached the two men. Their gazes slid down her body like warm honey to settle on her swaying hips. She had their undivided attention — good.

She came to a halt in front of them, then made a point of looking at the bar which they’d not only cleaned, but polished too, as well as the stacks of crated glassed they’d washed and dried.

“Thanks for all the help,” she said. “If you hadn't, I'd be stuck here for another hour.”

“No problem.” Mack grinned. “I think I can speak for Ked when I say we definitely had an ulterior motive.”

She let a slow, sexy smile pull up the corners of her lips. “Really? And what motive is that?”

Mack pushed away from the bar to close the distance between them. This near, she could smell his cologne and that unmistakable scent of pure masculine yumminess. Dang, it was amazing how arousing a man’s scent could be.

“Oh, I think you know,” he said in that soft rumbling voice of his. “The sooner we close up this bar, the sooner one of us gets your clothes off.”

The blatant confidence in his words made little goose bumps chase each other across her skin. She licked her lips.

“That’s a pretty good motive.”

“Yeah, it is.” Ked nudged Mack aside and moved in front of her. “And I think you're as interested in getting your clothes off as we are. The only thing you have to decide is who's going to get to see you naked—me or Mack?”

Dallas laughed and pushed past both of them to walk over to the bar. Stepping up on the foot rail, she turned and levered herself up until she was seated on the highly polished wood. She wiggled back and forth on top of the bar, wondering briefly what it would be like to get fucked up here.

But right now she had to focus on this next part — or she might not be getting fucked tonight at all.

She lounged back on the palms of her hands, kicking her booted feet and giving them her naughtiest smile.

“That part is easy. I’m not going to sleep with either of you.” She gave them a sultry look. “Unless I sleep with both of you.”

Both men stood there staring at her in stunned silence. From the looks on their faces, they clearly didn’t like the idea. Damn. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good suggestion.

Ked's eyes narrowed. “Are you serious?”

Then again, maybe this might still work. She nodded. “I’m very serious. You two have spent the whole night trying to charm my pants off, and I'm more than willing to let that happen.”

She moved her hands to her belt buckle and slowly began to undo it. Their eyes locked on her movements as if she’d reached for a gun.

“But I've decided it’d be wrong to choose between you — and that I shouldn't have to. If you both want me, you can have me, but you have to be willing to work together. Is that something you can do?”

The way the two men eyed each other made her seriously doubt her sexual magnetism. They looked as if they’d rather shoot each other than bed her together.

She stopped working her buckle and looked at her watch instead. “If you two can't handle that, you might want to hurry on down the street to The Last Chance Saloon. They stay open a little later than the rest, and there might be a few lonely girls left looking for a cowboy to ride.”

Mack and Ked looked at each other again. After a moment, Ked nodded. Mack nodded back.

“We agree — on one condition,” Ked said. “At the end of the night, you have to honestly tell us which one of us is better in the sack.”

“And no wimping out with one of those you-were-both-so-wonderful lines,” Mack added. “We want an honest answer.”

Dallas felt her whole body start to vibrate. Two hunky cowboys competing to prove themselves the best lover? How could a girl lose in a situation like this?

“Deal,” she said.

She was lying through her teeth, of course. There was no way she was going to give them the answer they were looking for, but she'd deal with that later. If things went the way she hoped, both men would be so exhausted after she was done with them they wouldn't have enough energy to worry about their silly sexual competition.

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New Release! Girls Gone Carnal: Lesbian Vamps, Witches and Weres

Furry.  Vicious.  Wicked. 

Lesbian shifters, vampires, and witches come in all shapes and sizes.  From the humblest mouse to the most ferocious cougar, from maids and their mistresses to urban vamps and the women they lick, these stories are sure to inspire chills, thrills, and delicious shivers:

Milady’s Bath ~a Gothic tale from a Lady’s maid at midnight
Mrs. Fox and the Cat of Nine Tails~a fairy tale cat seduces her mistress
Sneak~a mouse shifter saves the day in a backwoods bordello
Sparrow Takes Flight~a wind witch leaves as often as she comes
Blood Lust~this vamp plays with knives
Wild Things~a deaf witch meets her match in the rainforest
Taken from Behind~cougar shifters must be extra careful
Blood Whore~urban fantasy from a student just vamping for the cash

WARNINGS: This title contains blood, fur, and explicit lesbian sex.

Word Count: 26,000

Milady winces as she glides into the bathing tub and dunks her head under the water.  Her soft breasts float to the surface even before the tip of her nose rises up.  Her wet hair emerges and she gasps for breath.  All else but her scraped knees remain underwater.

Seating myself on a cushioned stool at her side, I soak a square of cotton in the fragranced water and wipe dirt from her face.  She smiles at me as though we share a secret, but I must admit it’s a secret I don’t fully understand.

“Have you truly never been intimate with a man?” she asks.  “You can confide me, dear Lizzie.  I promise never to tell a soul.”

Shaking my head, I run the cloth down Milady’s smooth neck.  The white cotton turns grey and I must start again with a new square.  “I regret I have nothing to confess.  I have no desire to be intimate with any man.”

She hisses when I touch the cloth to her chest.  Her scratches trouble me deeply, but Milady remains jubilant after such wretched abuse.

“I could never take pleasure in pain,” I tell her.  “If this is the mark of man, I am safer in my own leanings.”

“Ah, but this is no mere man,” she says, and closes her eyes.  A smile flows from her tender pink lips.  “He is a man and so much more.”

As Milady skims her fingers through the hair between her legs, I watch her lovely breasts bob in the water.  Those pallid spheres call to me, their poor pink nipples distended and erect.  I roll up the sleeves of my nightdress before drizzling fragranced oil across her chest.  She sighs when I rub my cloth the length of her bare breast, but I am hardly satisfied to touch her skin through a square of cotton.  Her nudity provokes irrepressible urges in me.  I must feel her soft flesh against mine.

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New Release: After Party by Zenobia Renquist

After Party
by Zenobia Renquist

Razor's Edge Press

eBook BIN: 05997-01924
Genre: Erotica Contemporary
Price: $2.49/US
Length: Short Story

The game is over, everyone has left and the house is clean. Tawnie is ready for a good night's sleep, but Hudson is ready for sex. There's no reason they can't both get what they want.

Note: Sequel to Pre-Game Show.

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 He picked up her hand and shook it. “Tawnie,” he called in a louder voice.
She made a questioning noise but was obviously still asleep.
“Tawnie, I’m going to fuck you in your sleep. Is that okay with you?” When she didn’t react, he shook her arm again. “Okay?”
She made an affirmative noise as she yanked on her arm.
Hudson released her. “Good enough for me.” She’d said yes. Sure she was asleep, but she’d said yes. That was the excuse he would use if she woke up halfway through. He hoped she did. It would be payback for those times when he’d woken up to her riding his morning wood. Not that he hadn’t enjoyed it, but he would have liked it better if he’d been awake for the whole thing. Turnabout was fair play and all that crap.
After stripping out of his shirt and pants, he coaxed Tawnie onto her back. She made some little incoherent sleep noises before she moved. Hudson laid a kiss on her lips. She licked them again. He wiped some precum onto his finger and then smoothed it over her lips, grinning when she licked it up. The second time he did it he left his finger on her lips. She pushed at it with her tongue. When that didn’t move it away, she reached up a hand to swat at it. Hudson caught her wrist and held it with his free hand while he edged his finger into her mouth. She actually started sucking it.
“Like that, don’t you?” He moved his hand in a slow circle and almost laughed at the way Tawnie moved her head to follow the motion so she wouldn’t lose hold of the finger she sucked. She even started sucking harder.
“When you wake up, we’re going to have a talk about this little oral fixation of yours. And by talk, I mean you’re going to use that hot mouth of yours to get me off.” Hudson was finding out more and more new things about his wife and her sexual appetites every day. He was game for almost anything. Tawnie had to know that. Maybe she was being shy or something.
That would explain why she was such a prude about some things, like anal. She always complained whenever Hudson got too frisky and started playing with her ass. But that had to be a case of the lady protesting too much, if tonight’s video was any indication.
He pulled his finger free. That got a whimper from Tawnie, who now had her lips parted and waiting. It was so tempting to give her his dick. She was open and begging for it. He bent and gave her his tongue instead. She seemed to enjoy that even more than his finger because she sighed as she licked her tongue over his.
With some reluctance he ended the kiss. Tawnie tried to follow him, but her sleep-self had no strength so she only managed to lift her chin. She whimpered.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got more for you.”

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New Release: Thieving Fairies by Giselle Renarde

It begins! Mwahahahaha!

The stores around here are full of candies and costumes--it's beginning to look a lot like Halloween!

And, to celebrate all things paranormal, I've got a lot of ghostie/fantasy/witchy/werey/vampy ebooks hitting the market this October.  The first one is a lot of fun.  It's a lesbian comedy about a couple of urban fairies trying to make a quick buck off cash-for-gold programs.   Good luck, right?  Anyway, they don't actually have any gold, so... I guess they're going to have to break into a couple mansions and steal some.  That's lazy fairy logic for ya.

Thieving Fairies

By: Giselle Renarde
Published By: JMS Books LLC
Published: Oct 05, 2012
ISBN # 9781611522983
Word Count: 5,646
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Fairy mutt Honoria and her purebred wife Shelagh are knee-deep in junk mail and overdue bills. Their bachelor pad apartment isn't big enough for the two of them and they spend their days at each others' throats.

Despite the difficulties of city life, Honoria's dead-set against using their magical powers. Even when Shelagh devises a plot to make money off fairy gold, her girl won't go for it. Honoria would rather steal the old-fashioned way than end up in a military facility after the government catches wind of their abilities -- which isn't so far-fetched a concern.

When Shelagh insists they can earn a living off cash-for-gold services, the irritable couple begins a career in small-time thievery and find a life of crime provides a welcome boost to their sex life. Who knew breaking and entering would be such a turn-on?

“No,” Honoria said to pre-empt whatever unlawful request her wife was about to make. “I’ve gotten myself into enough trouble for you. Do it yourself this time.”

With theatrical pout, Shelagh said, “You don’t even know what I’m going to ask yet.”

“Yes, I do.” Honoria shook her finger like a turn-of-the-century schoolmistress. “You put on those puppy dog eyes and spin me a tale about criminal behaviour solving all our money problems. You know what would solve our money problems? If you got a damn job!”

Shelagh threw her head back with a cruel laugh. “Oh, right, like this is all my fault. Maybe if you could last more than a week at a job without getting fired ...”

“Hey, I told you I’m not good with people. Those damn managers want you to be sickeningly perky all the time. You should hear the way customers talk down to me! I’m not going to take that shit.”

Tightening her housecoat around her waist, Shelagh took a deep breath. The argument was not ingratiating Honoria to her idea. “Well, my plan doesn’t involve interacting with people. Exactly the opposite.”

Honoria tried to ignore her. She picked up a novel from the bedside table and flipped through it. She couldn’t reject Shelagh’s idea without at least hearing her wife out, could she? That didn’t show much respect. Picking up the TV remote, she hit the mute button. “You get one pitch. Make it good.”

“Okay, here’s what I’m thinking.” Shelagh’s fingers wriggled with excitement. If Honoria wasn’t so on edge, she might even find it cute. “Gold is at record-setting prices right now ...”

She smiled. “Yeah, I heard the Australian, too.”

“So you fly out to Rosedale ...”

“No flying.” Shelagh should know better than to try that one. Honoria had a hard and fast rule about flying in the city.

“Fine,” she said through gritted teeth. She took a quick breath, and the saccharine smile once again reared its syrupy head. “You take the subway out to Rosedale, sneak into a few houses, get us some gold, and send it off in the convenient postage-paid envelope.”

Honoria stared right through Shelagh’s pyjama-clad body to the muted talk show on television. “You want me to steal for you,” she stated calmly.

“For us,” Shelagh reassured her. “The alternative ...” When Honoria’s attention swerved to the TV, Shelagh turned off the set. “The alternative is to make fairy gold.”

Honoria couldn’t believe her ears. She shook her head in disbelief. “You sure know how to get me riled up, woman.”

“I’m just saying ...”

“No.” Honoria put her foot down. Nobody back home believed she could survive in the city without using her gifts. She had to prove them wrong.

“What could be easier?” Shelagh said in a nursery maid’s sing-song. “You go outside, fetch a clump of grass, say a few words, and poof! We have gold.”

Honoria had said no, and she’d say it again. “I’m not going to cheat. You know I won’t, so stop tempting me, okay?”

If only Shelagh would put her powers of seduction to work in the bedroom, maybe they wouldn’t argue so much. Gone were the days of furtive glances and playful grabs, nails dragged across backs and fists pounding on the wall while neighbours shouted, Keep it down in there!

Maybe they needed an actual bedroom before they could re-ignite their bedroom eyes.

“You know exactly what’ll happen if we send fairy gold. We cash our cheque and, ten minutes later, our gold turns back to grass cuttings.”

“But it’ll all be mixed in with other people’s gold by then. They won’t know it’s ours.”

“No, Shelagh, no! You can’t think that way.” A shooting pain coursed through her temple and she pressed her palm to the side of her head. It hurt Honoria physically when they quarrelled. She couldn’t take much more. “You have to assume whatever can go wrong will. If we get caught cashing in fairy gold, what happens? We get found out. They track us down thinking we’re aliens or whatever. We get forced into some military testing facility like Adrianna was. I can’t let that happen to us, babe.”

With a deep sigh, Honoria considered the big picture. Rent was due in two weeks’ time. Where the hell was it coming from, if not Shelagh’s little scheme?


Thieving Fairies is now available from JMS Books, All Romance, and more!

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Wedding Heat: Full Service Bridesmaid

Wedding Heat: Full Service Bridesmaid is the first MFM menage story in the series.  Many readers love hunky dudes, so that’s what we’ve got: two masseurs for one lonely Pippa.  Of course, she’s in the market for more than just a massage.

Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle!

Pippa came to Maggie’s wedding alone.  As the Maid of Honour, she figured she’d have no trouble hooking up.  Has she set her sights too high, or is there something wrong with her?  Nobody seems interested… at least, not until Saturday Spa Morning when she schedules a “full service” massage with two gorgeous guys…

WARNINGS: This title contains graphic massage, hard muscles, light bondage, and explicit MMF ménage.

Word Count: 10,000
“And what about my cock?” Alexio asked as he pushed his shorts and underwear past his knees.  “Denny, she wants to touch it, doesn’t she?  She wants to run her hands all over my body, but she’ll keep coming back to my cock.  She’ll pump it in her fist until it explodes all over her naked body.”

“Oh my god, yes.”  Pippa could hardly breathe and listen at the same time.  Her arousal was through the roof.  She felt stupid, she was so turned on by these guys.  “Yes, I want to touch it.”

“Well, that’s too bad,” Denny said as he hopped up on the massage table, sitting right behind her.  She could feel his heat at her back, but she was shocked when he grabbed both arms and brought them behind her body.  “Hold them here while I tie your wrists together.”

“Tie my wrists?”  That was the last thing she’d expected, but when she felt the firm press she realized he was securing her with his own belt.  Pippa squirmed until she was sitting up very straight.  Flattening her palms against the table, she leaned back slightly for balance.  “But how can I touch you?”

“You can’t,” Denny replied.  He was moving in closer now, so close she could feel the heavy press of his balls against the tops of her splayed fingers.  “You belong to us, just like you wanted.”

Exactly like I wanted.  Pippa wriggled her fingers, jostling Denny’s big balls while Alexio retrieved that fragrant oil from the cabinet.  His hard cock bounced as he walked, and any other day that would have made Pippa laugh.  Today, she had to be on her best behaviour, and good girls didn’t laugh at bad boys’ bouncing dicks.

“I know what Pippa wants,” Alexio said, confidently enough that she believed him.  “She wants to watch me stroke my massive cock.”

Well, she couldn’t argue there!

“Yes,” Pippa said, nodding as Denny grabbed her thighs.  He somehow managed to move himself forward until she was half sitting on him with her legs spread and calves wrapped over his knees.  She shrieked as he jostled her, but didn’t ask him to stop.  He probably wouldn’t have, anyway.

“I think there is something more Pippa wants.”  Alexio popped the cap on that sensual oil and drizzled a generous amount across her breasts.  The rivulets crept their way between her tits.  “She wants you to caress her pretty parts while I touch my cock.”

“Oh, please yes!”  Pippa wasn’t above begging.  “Please touch me.”

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The Fixer-Uppers now available at Devine Destinies Books!

The Fixer-Uppers
By Cynthianna

Contemporary romance from Devine Destinies Books

Can a single mom find happiness on a blind date--or at least dinner with a male who can cut up his own food? Cassie and Mike believe they're "in like" not "in love." But when down-on-his-luck Mike is evicted, Cassie takes him into her home. Mike starts fixing everything from window screens to little boys' broken hearts. Will Cassie let him fix hers?

Excerpt: Mike helps Cassie deal with her frustrations concerning her ex by teaching her how to throw darts.

He smells of paint and newsprint--and male. Cassie closed her eyes. She could feel the overpowering warmth and strength of Mike’s muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt as she stood entranced next to him. What if she turned around this instant and pulled him into her arms instead?

Her sluggish mind was wandering she realized. She blinked and shook her head to clear the cobwebs.

“Oh...kay. I’m ready.”

“Then let ‘er rip.”

The dart hit the imprint of Mike’s pinkie.

He grinned. “Not bad. Now give Jack a stab right in the heart. Aim for the middle.”

Cassie screwed both eyes shut and sent the dart flying with a passionate fling. A loud thump broke the silence.

“Oh, no.. can I open my eyes now? Did I break something?”

Mike let out a long whistle. “Look what you did.”

She cautiously opened one eye. The dart had hit dead center.

“Yippee!” Cassie jumped up and down. She gave Mike an impulsive bear hug, almost knocking the breath out of him. “Let’s do it again!”

Mike’s gaze fixed on her mouth. “Yes, let’s do--"”

The Fixer-Uppers, sweet romance from Devine Destinies!


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