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Monday, April 6, 2020
No spanking? What's a couple to do? New #audiobook #BDSM from Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)
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Thursday, February 13, 2020
Listen to Lyrical Embrace ... @AmberDaulton1 #AudioRomance #Music #RomanticSuspense
Blurb
Out-of-work
violinist Erica Timberly decides enough is enough. She leaves her
abusive boyfriend and flees the big city, but then her car breaks
down in the middle of the night. Though wary of men, she accepts help
from Dylan Haynes, a stranger driving by on the road, and soon
recognizes him as the sexy former drummer of her favorite indie rock
band. Maybe, just maybe, her run of bad luck is finally turning
around.
Music
teacher Dylan Haynes knows Erica is in trouble, and her black eye is
only the first clue. The stubborn yet vulnerable woman needs a
friend, but he’s determined to give her everything she deserves.
Will
Erica listen to the music in her heart and trust Dylan, or will her
past always threaten her future?
Series:
Deerbourne Inn (Book 4)
Narrator:
Georgia Allens
Audiobook
Rights Holder: Amber Daulton with Daulton Publishing
Audiobook
Release Date: January 23, 2020
Ebook
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Ebook
Release Date: February 11, 2019
Genre:
Romantic Suspense
Length:
40k words
Heat
Rating: 3 Flames
Excerpt
Dylan
grasped Erica’s hand, and they walked across the clearing to the
creek.
Water
sloshed gently along the bank, and mosquitoes flew above the rippling
waves.
“Have
you ever gone swimming here?” Erica smiled as she looked out over
the water.
“Yup,
lots of times when I was younger.” Dylan stroked a lock of her
silky blonde hair between his fingers. “You want to swim?”
“I
don’t have a bathing suit.”
“You
don’t need one. We’re all alone.” Excitement quickened his
pulse as he stepped back and jerked off his dress shirt. He toed off
his shoes, leaned down to pull off his socks, and dropped his slacks.
Commando underneath, he kicked away the pants and stood buck-ass
naked. Springy grass cushioned his feet, and he dug his toes into the
soft dirt. His cock was hard and thick; the damn organ strained
upright, apparently reaching for Erica.
Her
breath seemed to hitch in her throat as she trailed her gaze down his
body.
His
brazenness probably shocked her, but aroused her as well.
“You
going in fully clothed?” Challenge rang in his tone. Dylan wanted
to kick his own ass for jumping a few steps too far and too fast into
their budding relationship, but he wouldn’t back down now unless
she told him to.
Erica
licked her lips and yanked off her blouse, likely before she lost her
nerve. She undressed just as quickly as Dylan did, but left on her
lacy bra and panties. Then she clamped her arms around her chest and
stomach as though suddenly self-conscious.
“Don’t
do that.” Dylan gently gripped her arms and pulled them down to her
sides.
Erica’s
chest heaved as she breathed, and the creamy mounds of her breasts
nearly swelled over the cups of her bra. Her hips flared wide, and
her stomach dimpled with soft curves.
Dylan
coughed to find his voice. Her long legs would likely walk a mile
over his heart, but he hardly cared. “Don’t hide from me. You’re
beautiful, Erica. Never forget that.”
Her
eyelids lowered as she shuttered her gaze. “You don’t think I’m
a little heavy?”
He
cupped his hands on her hips and kneaded the smooth flesh. “Heavy?
Hell no. You’re curvy, baby, and that’s a good thing. When I
touch a woman, I don’t like feeling her ribcage or her pelvic bones
through flat hips. Some girls starve themselves to look like anorexic
fashion models, but I don’t find that look attractive.”
Erica
blinked and stared back up at him.
“You’re
beautiful, Erica. When I touch you, I feel strength. I’m not afraid
I’ll hurt you. You’re healthy, too, and that’s the most
important thing.”
“You
are so different from what I’m used to.”
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About
the Author
Amber
Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx
and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The
Wild Rose Press and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook,
print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats.
Amber
lives in North Carolina with her husband and four demanding cats.
Feel free to visit her at http://www.amberdaultonauthor.blogspot.com.
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Thursday, January 30, 2020
A Sexy Audio-Menage! @cw1985 #MMF #BDSM #audiobook
Good
news for audiobook fans who also love steamy BDSM ménage
romances—Eyes Wide Open
is now available to listen, thanks to the amazing talents of Frankie
Holland! Enjoy her dulcet tones as she takes you on an adventure
through the swankiest parts of England’s capital city.
Blurb
A
chance meeting opens Fiona’s eyes to some very sexy possibilities.
Recent
graduate Fiona Gillespie is stuck working in a grimy pub in London’s
East End, and living in a horrid flat. It’s only while she figures
out what she wants to do career-wise, but that’s easier said than
done.
When
she sees an advertisement for a job at a plush Mayfair hotel, she
jumps at the chance. Determination and a spot of luck land Fiona her
dream role—and it comes with accommodation included.
Her
job and living situation sorted, things are on the up. Unfortunately,
her personal life is lacklustre. It doesn’t bother her, though—not
until she meets businessmen James and Logan, and her head is well and
truly turned.
When
a misunderstanding leads Fiona to James and Logan’s sumptuous
top-floor hotel suite, she has no idea what she’s about to uncover.
Her imagination runs wild, but not wild enough to get to the
truth—James and Logan are a couple, and they’re into some
seriously intriguing activities.
Fascinated,
she launches herself into a whole new world with the two men. But is
this just physical, or is their arrangement set to become something
more?
Universal
link: http://books2read.com/eyeswideopenv2
Excerpt
Fiona
Gillespie wiped a damp cloth half-heartedly over the surface of the
bar. It was a pointless exercise. The pub’s fittings and fixtures
were so old that no amount of scrubbing would remove the grime that
had been ingrained in the wood over the decades. That and the next
time she served one of the old drunks who frequented the place, it’d
just get beer spilled on it again.
Glancing
at her surroundings in distaste, Fiona stifled a derisive snort when
she caught sight of the swinging pub sign through the window. It had
never really registered before, but The Royal Oak? There was nothing
remotely royal about the pub in London’s East End where she worked.
If an actual royal—even a minor one—so much as stepped foot
across the threshold, they’d run screaming in the other direction.
A shame, really, as a chance to try to woo Prince Harry would not go
amiss. She was sure those mischievous eyes and smile hid a multitude
of sexy sins. His grandmother would not approve. And besides, he was
spoken for now.
Abandoning
her cloth with a sigh, she reached for a newspaper one of the patrons
had left behind. There was hardly anyone in, as usual, so no glasses
to collect, tables to wipe, or bowls of nuts to refill. A flick
through the paper was her only source of entertainment. Or at least
the only thing to stop her going completely out of her mind with
boredom.
It
wasn’t quite where she’d seen herself when she’d decided to
take a chance and move to London after graduating from university.
But while she figured out her next career move—or any career
move—this would have to do. It served a purpose—paying her a
paltry wage, just enough to cover the rent and bills on her scummy
flat, and food. There really wasn’t much left after that, so her
social life mainly consisted of vegging in front of the TV with her
flatmates.
They’d
club together their miniscule amount of disposable income to buy some
cheap, supermarket own-brand lager and swap stories, either about
their pasts or about how their current situation was just
temporary—just a stepping stone on their way to success, to
high-flying, ridiculously well-paid jobs in the banking world, the
publishing industry, in PR, advertising, acting, production, tourism…
The list went on.
Fiona
was absolutely determined to get a foot on the career ladder. She’d
rather scurry back home to her parents in Birmingham with her tail
between her legs than stay in this dump for much longer. The only
trouble was, the others at least knew what they were aiming for,
which particular ladder they were trying to grab hold of. She’d
graduated with a first class honours in creative writing and didn’t
have a clue what to do with the damn degree now she had it.
Nobody
got approached just for having a degree in creative writing, then
were given a ton of money and told to sit down and write a book. It
simply didn’t work like that—more was the pity. Even the world’s
most famous and successful writers had had to start somewhere. And
she wasn’t sure fiction writing was the way to go, anyway.
A
cough, accompanied by a whiff of stale smoke and booze, alerted her
to the presence of a customer.
Fixing
a smile on her face, she turned to him and said politely, “What can
I get you?”
A
white-haired, grizzled old guy with yellowing teeth—the teeth he
still had, anyway—squinted at her. “Pint, if you’re not too
busy reading the bleeding newspaper.”
Holding
the smile so firmly in place it hurt her now-gritted teeth, she took
the proffered glass and filled it. After placing it back on the bar,
she picked up the money that had been left. The exact right amount.
This guy bought enough pints to know. She murmured her thanks as she
deposited the money in the till, but she needn’t have bothered. The
grumpy old sod was already halfway back to his table, precious beer
in hand.
She
rolled her eyes. Then, after double checking there was nothing that
needed doing, shifted her attention back to the newspaper, figuring
it was better than wondering about a career she couldn’t even
imagine.
As
it happened, the paper wasn’t all that engaging. It was several
days out of date, so she knew about all the big news pieces already,
and the weather and TV listings were now obsolete. But her interest
was piqued when she reached the jobs section. She’d never looked in
this particular publication for jobs before, thinking the online
searches she did on various websites were more targeted, more
relevant. But then, how could you target a role you didn’t even
know you wanted?
Skimming
through the ads, she immediately dismissed many of them. She had no
wish—or the qualifications—to drive an HGV, look after sick or
old people, cold call, sell advertising, work in retail or become a
model. But amongst all that was something interesting. Something that
maybe, just maybe, she could do.
She
wasn’t entirely sure what being a PR assistant entailed, but it
sounded like a very posh job title, and she could sure as hell tick
the box of the phrase in the ad that had caught her eye in the first
place. We’re looking for someone with creative writing skills.
As
she read through the information again, excitement bubbled in her
stomach. The role was at a top London hotel—in Mayfair, no
less—offered live-in accommodation, a generous starting salary,
access to all the hotel’s amenities and, best of all, career
progression. It was clear they wouldn’t employ just anybody and, if
Fiona was honest with herself, they were probably looking for someone
with more experience than her—which wasn’t difficult—but she
had to give it a go. She had nothing to lose. If she didn’t get it,
then she’d have gained some valuable interview experience—if she
even got that far, that was—and if she did, well, then she’d have
well and truly grabbed the bottom rung of the career ladder she’d
been striving for.
It
was only on her third read-through, when she was mentally picking out
key words and phrases she could use to help tailor her CV to the role
and to write a spectacular covering letter, that she noticed the
closing date for applications.
For
fuck’s sake! How typical was that? The only job advert she’d seen
since arriving in the capital that had got her genuinely fired up,
and she’d missed the bloody date by one day. One. Single. Day.
Universal
link: http://books2read.com/eyeswideopenv2
Lucy
Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels
Stately
Pleasures (named
in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That
You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes
Wide Open (winner
of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an
Amazon bestseller), The
Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight
and The
Heiress’s Harem series.
Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to
her name. Find out more about her writing at
http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk,
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Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Listen to my witches! #FF #lesfic #AudioBook #NewRelease
My
lesbian fantasy novella The Witches of Gloucester is now
available in audio, from WordWooze Publishing!
Narrator
Lorraine Walters does an amazing job bringing my sunny, sensual tale
of lust, love and magic to brilliant life. As always, the quality of
the WordWooze edition is stellar.
Check
out the audio sample at Amazon
or Audible.com.
You can get the book for free if you sign up for an Audible
subscription.
I’ve
included an excerpt below, but you really need to listen to
the book to appreciate it.
Blurb
The
historic
port
of
Gloucester,
Massachusetts
has
a
special
charm,
due
in
part
to
its
resident
witches.
For
decades,
raven-maned
Marguerite
and
red-headed
Beryl
have
lived
among
its
hard-working
inhabitants,
making
magic
and
mischief.
To
reach
their
full
potential,
they
need
a
third
witch
to
complete
their
circle.
Platinum-haired
newcomer
Emmeline
might
be
the
woman
they’ve
been
waiting
for.
Excerpt
“Will
she come, do you think?” Marguerite gestured toward the 1930’s
brass Commodore clock on the mantel, which read ten minutes past
four. “She looked so nervous yesterday – as if she thought we’d
eat her alive.”
“Well,
actually, when you put it that way...” Beryl allowed herself a
lecherous chuckle.
Her
companion gave her an exasperated grin. “This is not a joke. You
know as well as I what is at stake.”
“Don’t
worry, Mar. She’ll be here, though she may have to wrestle a few
doubts into submission first. She feels the pull, just as we do, even
if she doesn’t understand it.”
“Well,
I do hope she arrives soon.” Marguerite surveyed the elegant table
she’d set. She picked up a Blue Willow porcelain teacup and wiped
away an imaginary smudge. “The icing on the petit fours is
melting.”
As
if in answer, chimes tinkled at the front of the house and a hint of
fresh air slipped in the open door, bringing the ubiquitous tang of
salt. From his corner cage, Marguerite’s mynah, Jonah, exactly
mimicked the sound of the doorbell. Beryl jumped to her feet. “I’ll
go show her to the parlor.”
“No,
no – let Gloria do that. We don’t want to spook her with excess
enthusiasm. Settle down and compose yourself. Remember, you’re a
member of the Ladies’ Welcome Brigade. Refined. Polite. Proper.”
“Proper?”
Beryl grinned and thumbed her peaked nipples, obvious as always
through the navy blue crepe of her blouse. Her eyes fluttered shut as
she relished the sensation. “Refined? Me?”
Marguerite
licked
her
full
lips.
She
swept
her
palms
over
the
plum
velvet
caftan
that
hid
her
thighs.
“Try
to
pretend,
darling.
Just
this
once.”
*
* * *
Get
your copy today!
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
Book Hooks: Exposure -- #audio #murder #MFRWHooks
I’m hooking again today, this time with a snippet from Exposure: An Erotic Murder Mystery. The book is rated X but this particular snippet is PG. It will give you a feeling for my heroine, street-smart, down-to-earth exotic dancer Stella Xanathakeos.
I’m
sharing this today because the book just came out in audio format.
You can get your copy at Amazon,
or Audible.
By
the way, I have a few free audio review copies available.
If you are interested, please leave me a comment with your email and
I’ll send you one. First come, first serve, of course!
Oh,
and if you want to read a spicier bit, check out my Sizzling Sundaypost from a few days ago.
Here’s
the blurb:
Sex,
blood and betrayal: it's all in a day's work.
Stella is just minding her own business and having a bit of fun, working as an exotic dancer at the Peacock Lounge. Through no fault of her own, she witnesses a double murder and gets pulled into a shady dance of deceit with political bigwigs, mob bosses, dirty cops and scheming widows. Now she's everyone's target; her only chance is to sift through the lies and expose the truth.
And
here’s the hook:
I
strip for the fun of it. Don’t let anyone tell you different. It’s
not the money. I could make nearly as much working at the mill and
keep my clothes on, but then I’d have to suck up to the bosses.
Here at the Peacock, I’m the one in charge, and I like it that way.
Sometimes
I think it’s a sort of revenge, for all the times I heard those
nasty calls trailing after me: Honey Jugs, Monster Boobs, Bouncer.
Not to mention those sweaty, awkward clinches in back seats, trying
to please. Trying to be popular. Now they can’t take their eyes off
my breasts, swinging back and forth in time to the music. Their
tongues are hanging out. I can see the tents in their laps. They all
want me. I know how to make them want me. I’m an expert. But I’m
off limits. They can look, they can drool, they can beg me. But my
job’s to turn them on and bring them to the bursting point, then
send them home unsatisfied.
That’s
my view, anyway. Some of the other girls think different. All in all,
though, the Peacock Lounge is a pretty classy joint, not like some of
the sleaze pits down near the railroad.
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