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Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Binge on hilarious #romcom from @JKentAuthor! #romance #boxedset #99cents


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Excerpts

Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancee

Shannon has a key to my place, and as I walk in the door I see candlelight. Flickering flame is to a man what Ben & Jerry’s is to a woman.

A sign of a sure thing.

“Shannon?” I call out, following the disorganized scatter of lit candles in the living room. Shadows dance on the wall in my hallway, and I round the corner to my bedroom to find her, spread out on my bed, wearing garters, stockings, the red corset, and—

She’s asleep.

That’s okay. I can work with asleep.

I can’t work with absent.

You’d be surprised how fast a man can undress when under the complete control of testicles so full they look like a case of mumps. I’m out of my clothes in seventeen sec-onds or so (who’s counting?) and on the bed, my hands taking in her prone body. I’m allowed to touch. We have an unwritten rule. It goes something like this:

Touch Shannon.

It’s a simple rule.

Her skin is so soft, my fingers scraping against the rolling contour of her inner thigh, from knee to heaven. The whorls of ridges on my fingertips feel like raw sandpaper against her porcelain flesh. My breathing slows, eyes adjusting to the dim light, taking in her body. How did I ever get so lucky?

From Toilet Girl to Mrs. McCormick in eighteen months.

Shopping for a CEO

It’s Andrew McCormick.

Oh, sweet holy hell.

I haven’t seen him in months. Haven’t kissed him since we were in the emergency room after my best friend, Shannon, swallowed the engagement ring his brother, Declan, gave to her as he proposed.

(A tip: don’t bury a three-carat diamond ring in a piece of tiramisu at a fancy restaurant as a way of proposing to a woman. Any woman. Why ruin the dessert like that?)

I’m the maid of honor for the wedding. Andrew is the best man. We’ve managed to avoid each other so far, but the wedding is three months away. I knew this day was coming.

But I didn’t expect it to be today.

My heart starts skipping beats as I take him in from afar, shielded by the angle of my bench. He has no idea I’m watching him. Thick hair, cut short and with the kind of layered sophistication that only comes from a stylist who charges three figures. Shaded eyes that I know are sharp and smoldering, a blend of brown and honey that makes you melt inside. He’s in a full suit, tie still snug against his neck, the moonlight reflecting off a white shirt. His grin is contagious, making my own smile widen as I tilt my head and let myself get lost in wondering.
Shopping for a Billionaire’s Wife

As we walk into the lounge, every single pair of eyes swivels to take us in.

“Why are they staring at us?” I ask Declan, clutching his arm.

“Because you’re wearing a wedding dress and I look like something out of a BBC documentary?” he answers smoothly.

I look down at myself. Look over at him. Take in the kilt, the socks covering his calves, the laces on his special Scottish shoes.

“Oh.”

One of the patrons, a man who is sitting next to a woman who looks like an adventurous traveler and not a mannequin on a rich man’s arm, points to the television, then back to us.

“You two on the run?”

Declan frowns and pulls me closer to the television.

Where someone is interviewing my mother.



About the Author

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three children.

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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

A sexy, spine-tingling treat – only 99 cents! #paranormal #ERWA #99cents

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A ripple in the air. Invisible fingers caress your skin. Ancient magic kindles insatiable lust.

Supernatural powers thrill the senses and expose secret obsessions.
ERWA is proud to present this exciting collection of eight intense, arousing stories that shatter the stereotypes of genre, delivering a fresh and compelling take on paranormal sexual experience.

A woman seeks ecstatic oblivion in the arms of an incubus. History repeats itself as ghostly lovers seduce through vivid dreams. An ancient collection of obscenely decorated lamps redefines the joy of possession.

Featuring Selena Kitt’s stunning masterpiece, “The Velvet Choker”, Unearthly Delights brings together some of the best storytellers in this world—or the next. It’s a sexy, spine-tingling treat.

The fantastic (literally) first volume of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association is on sale for only 99 cents, from now through this Saturday. Grab your copy before the price goes back up!

Contents
  • Foreword – Bob Buckley
  • Night Visits – Delores Swallows
  • Imagine – Belinda LaPage
  • The Rasputin Collection – Daddy X
  • The Velvet Choker – Selena Kitt
  • The Lesson of History – Ian D. Smith
  • A Ripple in the Air – Jean Roberta
  • Mystic Force – Mary Ramsey
  • Underground – Lisabet Sarai


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Excerpt - from “Night Visits” by Delores Swallows

Lisa headed up to bed as soon as they got back and felt the now-familiar chill at the top of the stairs. She shook her head, not sure what she’d do if the new windows didn’t cure the draught. She closed the blind and turned on the small bedside lamps, pleased with how cosy the bedroom looked. As Andrew came upstairs, she took off her blouse. She was facing the bed when he approached from behind. His hands slid up her legs and under her skirt; they gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down.

She sighed. “Don’t even think about it.”

Andrew dropped to his knees and rolled the panties all the way down to her ankles, pulling them over her feet one at a time. Then he pushed her feet apart and bent her forwards until her hands rested on the bed.

Lisa laughed. “Hey, I hope you’re not really expecting—”

He bent his knees and pushed into her in one fluid movement, making her yelp. He was incredibly hard again, and his entry had been painful.

“Andrew, stop treating me like—”

He reached round and pinched her nipples through her bra, causing her to cry out again. His hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging in while he pounded her from behind, each thrust going deep and hurting her.

“Stop pushing in so far…What happened to foreplay?”

Andrew reached round and placed his fingers on either side of her clit, tracing circles around her quickly-swelling nub.

Lisa let out a sigh as he continued his assault from behind. Something about living here was having an effect on his manhood. She’d never felt so filled before—he seemed longer and thicker that she could ever remember. A moan escaped her lips, which provoked him to fuck her even harder.

“Ow! Andrew, slow down and let me…catch…”

She lost the will to argue as he maintained the long, deep thrusts with his cock, his fingers moving faster around her clit, sending her tumbling into an orgasm.

“Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh…” Her legs began to shake; she could no longer hold herself up on her arms. The force of his thrusts pushed her over onto the bed, and he followed her down, banging her from behind, pressing down on her back.

“Hey—hey! Let me turn over.”

As he pulled out, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. He immediately re-entered and started fucking her with long, slow thrusts.

“Ooh, that’s better. Fuck me like this for a while.”

Andrew’s eyes were closed. She ran her hands over his arms and shoulders. He must have stripped on the landing, because he was completely naked. Lisa closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations emanating from her core and spreading throughout. Her body seemed to be reacting to the thickness and length of his cock.

“I’m going to come again. Can you come with me?” She opened her eyes and stroked his face. “See if you can come at the same time. I want us to—”

The words stuck in her throat. A coldness seized her. Her husband was looking down at her, but the eyes she stared into were not Andrew’s. These were dark, almost black. Lisa wanted to scream and push him off, but her body betrayed her. To her utter embarrassment, the second orgasm surged through her, making her entire body shudder. Her toes curled, her eyes closed and worst of all, she let out long whimper of pleasure. Keeping her eyes closed, she rode out the storm coursing through her.


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