Saturday, July 23, 2016

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday


In 1936, everything is a scandal.

Excerpt:

Jimmy Doyle requested the empty booth in the back so they could have a modicum of privacy. For a moment, he was afraid she would balk, but she surprised him by squaring her shoulders and following the waitress as if his request didn’t have scandal written all over it. She took the seat with her back to the restaurant, which suited him just fine. She’d be less guarded with her facial expressions if she knew only he could see them. He had every intention of learning all he could about her in the time he’d been given. Starting with her name.

As soon as the waitress left to fill their beverage orders, he said, “I don’t even know your name.”

He saw the lie in her eyes. There would be honesty between them, if nothing more. “Don’t even think of lying to me.” He tempered the authority in his voice, knowing somehow that unleashing his full dominant nature on her at this point would send her running, and he wasn’t going to lose her.

She opened her mouth, then closed it. Finally, she said, “Evelyn.”

He raised an eyebrow, silently demanding more.

“Evelyn Gardner.”

“And where are you from, Evelyn Gardner?” He’d drag every scrap of information out of her if he had to, but he hoped by the time he said good-bye to her this evening, she’d feel comfortable enough to answer anything without hesitation. Gaining her trust would be the first step to owning her.
The waitress set two sweating glasses of iced tea on the table, then pulled an order pad and pencil from the pocket of her apron. “What’ll it be?”

He nodded at Evelyn. “Anything you want, sugar. My treat.”

“I—”

“You can. Let me buy you dinner.” He hoped his tone conveyed that there were no other expectations connected to the offer. He simply wanted to feed her. Letting him take care of her basic needs was something she would have to get used to.

She raised the menu, looked it over quickly, then placed her order. It wasn’t much, but he’d see that she ate it all. He ordered, handed the waitress both menus, and turned his attention back to the fascinating woman across from him. He couldn’t remember wanting to know every little thing about a person the way he did her. She was going to be a challenge. Once he could restrain her, he’d devise ways to make her talk. Ways they’d both enjoy. His dick stood at attention, ready to heed its master’s call.

He lifted his glass to his lips. “You were saying?”

Evelyn’s lips caressed her glass. He watched the muscles in her throat work as she swallowed. Christ, he couldn’t wait to wrap his hand around her throat and feel those same muscles contract as she swallowed his cum.

“I grew up in central Virginia.”

Patience. Her answer was vague, but he sensed that she was telling the truth. He prodded for more. “Family?”

Her gaze flitted away; then her eyelids closed, and she shook her head. He recognized shame when he saw it. He’d seen it often enough. “I won’t think less of you, no matter what you tell me.”

She pressed her lips into a thin line. So, she wasn’t ready to tell him her story. He couldn’t blame her. He wasn’t ready to tell her everything yet either. He backed toward safer ground. “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a switchboard operator.”

There were few jobs a respectable woman could hold, and that was one of them. He laid his hand on the table, palm up. “Let me see your hand.” He was a perverted fuck, and he knew it. Wanting to see the hands that shoved things in and out of tiny holes all day amused him.

She rested her gloved hand on his palm. There was a tiny stain on the tip of her index finger—a small imperfection on an otherwise perfect canvas.

His eyes met hers, held her gaze. “I want to see your hands.” He tugged on the fingers, one at a time until the worn glove slid free, leaving her bare fingertips resting on his skin. Fuck. He was going to lose it right there, and that was not acceptable.

Sliding his hand beneath hers, he clasped his fingers around her wrist. Her pulse raced as fast as his, another reason he shouldn’t be doing what he was. Neither one of them was ready for what he wanted to do with her, but it was only her hand, he reasoned. Touching her this way was inappropriate as hell, but he couldn’t stop. He needed to feel her skin, and it was imperative that she get used to him touching her. It was never too soon to begin teaching her to accept him.

“Keep your eyes on mine, sugar. Don’t look away, no matter what.” He explored her fingers with his thumb, rubbing it along the length of each one before repeating the process, this time gently nudging into the soft flesh between each digit as he went from one to the next. When her eyes dilated and her breath grew shallow, he almost came in his pants. Shit, she was a natural submissive, and he couldn’t wait to have her completely under his spell. The things he’d do to her body. The pleasure he’d wring from both of them.

“Your hand is incredible, sugar. I can imagine these fingers shoving in, pulling out. All. Day. Long.” He turned her hand over and began massaging her palm with his thumb. “Does your hand cramp at the end of the day?”

“Sometimes.” Her lips barely moved as she formed the word.

He pressed his thumb hard into the center of her hand. Her fingers instinctively curled inward, encasing his thumb in the sweetness of her embrace. He returned to stroking her skin. “And do you massage the ache away? Alone? In your bed?”

Heat crept from the prim lace collar of her dress to her neckline, yet she held tight to his thumb. God, he could do this all night, tease her, stoke her need. One day soon he’d take care of her himself, but tonight, it would be enough to know that the hand he held in his now would be between her legs tonight, massaging away the ache he’d put there.

The clatter of plates and squeak of rubber soles on linoleum alerted him that they were soon to be interrupted. He glanced up and noted the waitress headed their way. With a gentle smile, he tugged his thumb from her grasp and pulled his hand to his side of the table. Turning her face to the wall, Evelyn tucked her hands into her lap.

Once the waitress left, he reached for her again. “Give me your other hand.” She hesitated for only a second before presenting her gloved hand to him. He stripped the garment from her fingers, set it atop the other one. “Eat.”

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Saturday, July 16, 2016

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday


“That’s it, baby. You feel so damn good.” Nose buried in the crook of Cam’s neck, Paul inhaled deeply. The combination of sawdust, lacquer, and Cam’s unique scent hit him like a ton of bricks. Blood rushed south. He was going to come sooner than he wanted to, but they were just getting started. Once wasn’t going to be enough today. A slow burn started in the small of his back and quickly grew into a flash fire that threatened to consume him from the inside out.

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Saturday, July 9, 2016

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday


A 4th of July Romance

The woman’s voice had been driving her crazy all day, making her imagine how it would sound thick with arousal. And now she knew. It would be every bit as erotic as she’d imagined—dark and mysterious, and undeniable. She’d never be able to say no to passion that hot. Never wanted to.

She clasped her fingers at Dawn’s nape and brought her closer, drinking in her unique scent. Her skin scorched her fingers, but she couldn’t let go even if it meant being incinerated by the fire.

When their faces were a breath away, she dropped her gaze to full lips, parted in invitation. “This is so wrong, but you aren’t. You’re perfect.” Shutting every reason she shouldn’t do what she intended to do out of her mind, she closed the distance between them. Angling her head, she pressed her mouth to Dawn’s.

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Saturday, July 2, 2016

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday


Ready for some sexy fun in the sun? SUMMER SIZZLE brings you twenty stories of love and passion all in one sultry collection. 

Enjoy a steamy fling with the one who got away, or start something new with the stranger next door. Best friends make surprising new discoveries. A runaway bride gets her comeuppance, business rivals give in to desire and wannabe lovers cash in on old crushes. Watch sparks fly on the beach, at the ballpark, on the dance floor, even in the middle of a summer rainstorm. 

Featuring stories by the Los Angeles Romance Authors (LARA), SUMMER SIZZLE is a treat that will leave you hot in more ways than one! 

Excerpt from SUMMER LEAGUE by Roz Lee

 His voice hit the low note her libido vibrated to as his gaze dropped to her lips. She should have scooted out of his reach—Lord knew there was plenty of room—but her butt remained anchored to the spot as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. First contact, cold from the water he’d drank, sent a chill racing down her spine. That only lasted a split second before the heat simmering below the surface flared to life, igniting something inside her she’d thought fireproof. At the press of his tongue, she opened for him.
Fire consumed her, weakening her foundation until she crumpled beneath him onto the leather seat.
“God, Sadie,” he said, trailing kisses along her jaw then down the slope of her neck. “You taste so fucking good.”

Release date - July 5, 2016

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Tuesday, June 28, 2016

All-Star Romance Bundle

 What is a Bundle and how does it work?


Bundles are relatively new. They aren't super-cheap boxed sets, created by the authors with an eye toward making a bestseller list. They aren't anthologies of all-new short stories, designed to lure you into new-to-you worlds. Rather, they're special deals offered by vendors like BundleRabbit who make DRM-free ebook copies available at a reasonable price.

Book bundles give all the power to you--the reader.

You decide how many books you want to read (anywhere from 5 - 10 in the All-Star Baseball Romance Bundle.)

You decide how much to spend (at least five dollars for the All-Star Baseball Romance Bundle, but if you think the books are worth more, by all means, name a higher price! The authors will benefit, as will the charity, First Book, if you choose that option.

You decide whether you want part of your payment to go to a charity, First Book.  First Book's sole mission is to get new books into the hands of underprivileged kids.  Simply by checking a box when you order, you can give part of your bundle payment to First Book--at no extra charge to you.

There's a catch, of course. The bundle will only be available for three weeks--until July 19, and in order to get my book, STRIKE OUT, you have to spend at least $10. For that price you'll get four additional books, too!

So?  Want to play ball?  Purchase your All-Star Baseball Romance Bundle today--and enjoy some of the best baseball romances out there for the rest of the summer!

Here's the pitch on the All-Star Baseball Romance Bundle.


Summer is here – long days and hot nights that are perfect for a romantic fling!  And if your ideal romance hero just happens to know his way around a baseball diamond, have we got the bundle for you!

The All-Star Baseball Romance Bundle features ten novels, divided into two tiers.  If you spend a minimum of five dollars you get the first five innings:

·      Thrown by Love by Pamela Aares
·      Getting Wound Up by Jennifer Bernard and Erin Nicholas
·      Pitch Perfect by Sierra Dean
·      Sliding Into Home by Arlene Hittle
·      Catching Hell by Mindy Klasky

But if you spend at least five dollars more, you get the rest of the game, plus an extra innings – five more books, for a total of ten full-length baseball romances:

·      Lead-Off Bride by Rebecca Clark
·      She’s Out of His League by Kate Curran
·      Just One of Those Things by Mindy Klasky
·      Strike Out by Roz Lee
·      Scoring Position by VK Sykes

With these ten books, you’ll be set for the rest of the summer (and into those cool autumn days, after the World Series has come and gone!)

But that’s not all.  No matter how much you spend – five dollars, ten dollars, or more – ten percent of your purchase price goes to First Book, a US non-profit with the sole mission of providing new books to children in need.  First Book has already donated more than 135 million books in thousands of communities. Your purchase of the All-Star Baseball Romance Bundle will help more children become life-long readers!

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Saturday, June 25, 2016

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

Blurb:


Taste the forbidden in this collection of sizzling stories from two best-selling authors, offering a tantalizing glimpse into a range of flavors that are definitely not vanilla!

Three words... six naughty stories...

Voyeurism
Watch Me by Jennifer Lynne
Lookin' Good by Roz Lee

Bondage
Hung Up by Roz Lee
Alpha Submissive by Jennifer Lynne

Spanking
First Time by Jennifer Lynne
Domestic Discipline by Roz Lee

Fresh Fiction review: "Not Vanilla will scorch your mind and leaves you breathless...loved it!"

Manic Readers review: "The stories are dynamite hot ... I think you'll love this series."


Dare to taste? Normally $4.99, this naughty box-set is available for a limited time at the special price of $1.99.

Excerpt from HUNG UP by Roz Lee:


Colton reappears wearing nothing but longhorn leather chaps and boots. At least I think he has on boots. Once I tear my gaze from his bare chest and defined abs, I lock onto his package. His cock, gloriously erect, rises nearly to his navel. When he walks, I catch a glimpse of his sac swinging heavy between his legs. Hell and damnation. Fuck me eight ways to Sunday and back again. No wonder he’s a champion bull rider. He’d probably intimidated the shit out of the beasts.
With my legs bound, frustration reaches a boiling point. Every female mating instinct I have urges me to part my legs, but I can’t. I snarl—actually snarl at him. He stops at the table, tosses a rosin bag from hand to hand then drops it. Wanda melts out of his way. He takes her place, pressing his body against mine, letting me get a feel of what he’s denied me.
“Shh, babe.” He grips my handle. As he’d done thousands of times, he curls and uncurls his fingers until the grip is comfortable and sure. “Got your camera, Wanda?

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Saturday, June 18, 2016

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday


Taste the forbidden.

Blurb:


This sexy duo by bestselling authors Roz Lee & Jennifer Lynne will take you into the erotic world of spanking and being spanked, offering a tantalizing glimpse into a range of flavors that are definitely not vanilla! 

FIRST TIME by Jennifer Lynne 
When I suggested a weekend away to rekindle the flame of our fifteen year old marriage, I had no idea Henry would take it as an opportunity to bust out the credit card at our local sex shop. But now I’m sitting in this country cottage on Saturday night, surrounded by nothing but forest for miles in every direction, and staring at my husband holding the spanking paddle as I wonder if I really have the nerve to bend over and let him use it. ~ Grace 

DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE by Roz Lee 
I can’t imagine not marrying Brendan, but I can’t bring this discontent into our marriage either. My friend, Beth, is right. I have to talk to my fiancĂ©, but how do you tell a man who does everything right in the bedroom that you need more—that you need him to spank you? ~ April 

Contains erotic content including sex scenes and spanking, suitable for Adult readers only


Excerpt from DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE by Roz Lee


“I showed up at your place, tired, but needing to hold you before I went to sleep, and where do I find you? At The Lone Star, dancing the night away with my best friend. I should spank your pretty little ass for that.” There’s a teasing quality to his voice I recognize even as his hand lands on my right ass cheek hard enough to make me jump.
Warmth spreads from the point of contact all the way to my pussy and out to the tips of my fingers and toes. My nipples tingle and perk up. God, that feels good. Too good. I clamp my thighs tight, and bury my face in the placket of his shirt, hoping he won’t hear the moan I can’t hold back. Blood rushes past my ears so fast the music playing is nothing more than a faint suggestion.

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