The Princess's Valentine

(The Pirates of Flaundia #2.5)

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Synopsis: Daisy and her ex-pirate wife of one year have created a wonderful life together on an island paradise, after many years of separation and heartache. Daisy worries that Chelsey has become bored and misses her life on the open seas. When she catches Chelsey in the arms of another, she runs away with a broken heart

Chelsey made the mistake of trusting an unscrupulous individual who ended up playing a cruel joke on her. Now she must regain Daisy’s trust before their relationship is ruined forever. She uses abduction and seduction to claim her princess’s heart and soul again.

Excerpt...

Chapter One

A sultry tropical breeze carried the scent of sand and coconuts through an open window, brushing over the naked blonde as she awoke from her slumber. She yawned and stretched her arms and then her legs, flexing her toes under the soft cotton sheet that covered her slightly damp body. Daisy de Fleurre, former resident of the small county of Flaundia and wife to the retired scourge of the seas, pirate captain C.W. Dread—Chelsey to her intimates¬—ended up sweating most mornings. Not because of the humidity, but from the passionate lovemaking her wife gave her before they rose to start their day.

Daisy turned and gazed upon her sleeping wife. She lifted her hand and then dropped it back down. Usually, Chelsey would snuggle up behind her with her face in the crook of her neck. Her arm would lie across her hip and her fingers brushing the cusp of her womanhood, causing her to be in a state of arousal. Her pussy would throb for Chelsey’s fingers or tongue to satiate the fire burning deep inside of her.

As of late, Daisy went to bed alone. For the past six months, Chelsey worked long hours, helping build an extension for her brother, Thomas and his lover, Martin’s home a few miles away from their’s. Recently Chelsey had taken on even more responsibility when a successful shipping merchant asked her to become his partner in the exporting end of his business. Chelsey had explained that it was her way of making a legal wage and not relying on the illegal means she had once turned to during her pirate days.

Daisy missed those first months of their marriage. With no real responsibilities, they had made love on the beach or enjoyed something as simple as reading under the coconut trees that littered their island paradise. It wasn’t as if they needed the money. Chelsey had made a nice fortune from her ill-gotten gains and owed the land and the house they resided in, for it had been left to her by her uncle.

Chelsey mumbled something under her breath and twisted her head so that Daisy could look upon her beloved’s face, marred by a scar that traveled across her right cheek and down her chin. She still felt incredible guilt, now, years later. Her father had been the one to cut Chelsey when he found them together, half naked. Daisy had been eighteen. They had been separated for eight long years, but now they were together forever and nothing would keep them apart, ever again. She loved Chelsey beyond all reason and hated that her darling was up at the crack of dawn and still running, long into the late hours of the evening, doing such back-breaking work. The shadows under Chelsey’s normally sparkling hazel eyes had become more pronounced. Even her raven tresses seemed to have lost their bountifulness and vibrancy Daisy adored, and combed her fingers through every chance she could get.

Now as she spied her sleeping wife, she longed to take her in her arms, but another worrisome thought crossed her mind. Chelsey barely smiled anymore and Daisy couldn’t remember the last time her love had called her by her pet name of ‘princess’. Also, tomorrow was Valentine’s Day and Chelsey acted as if she didn’t care or wasn’t aware of this day, dedicated to love. She was planning something special and expected Chelsey to take the night off where they both could relax and the only thing they would concern themselves with would be the number of times they smiled or climaxed together…

Chelsey’s eyelids flickered and she rolled onto her back. Daisy lifted up on her elbow and watched the rise and fall of Chelsey’s chest and her flat, crimson nipples that called to her to lick and suck.

There had been a handful of times she had initially engaged Chelsey in their lovemaking, but Chelsey was too dominant and liked to be in control. Most often, she would awaken to find Chelsey’s face between her legs where her tongue and mouth did the most marvelous things that made Daisy’s dew flow and caused her to peak until she was boneless with satisfaction.

A wicked thought popped in her head. For once she was the first one awake while her beloved dozed next to her, unaware. Why not wake Chelsey with a rousing orgasm to help her start her day?

A Bid For Love: (1 Night Stand Series)

A Bid For Love (Part of the 1 Night Stand series)

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Synposis: Anthony Conlin is a forty-one year old workaholic in love with his twenty-nine year old neighbor, Reece Whitmore, who looks like he belongs on the cover of GQ magazine. Anthony longs for Reece to the point of obsession, but doesn’t think he stands a chance because of their difference in age, his graying hair and a less than rock hard physique.

When Anthony’s friend, Jagger Castillo urges Anthony to try the matching services of One Night Stand, Anthony still refuses because of his crush on Reece. But Jagger, along with the help of Madame Evangeline, the owner of the 1NS has something up their sleeves to make certain Anthony and Reece finally get together.

A charity auction sets the stage and rolls into motion a night Anthony and Reece will never forget.


Excerpt...

The ride up to the fortieth floor was pure torture. Although they were alone in the elevator, they stood so close together their shoulders brushed. Sweat trickled down Anthony’s back and he shifted his legs to ease his throbbing hard-on. A minute more and he’d have his hands down Reece’s pants and him back against the wall.

The doors opened with a ding and his shoulders relaxed in relief.

“Are you okay?” Reece frowned, staring at him as they walked out of the elevator and down the hall. “Your face is red.”

“Stuffy in there. I don’t like closed-in spaces,” he mumbled and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.

Reece slid the key card into the lock. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about confined spaces much longer.”

Anthony followed him into a room double the size of his condo. The floor-to ceiling windows provided a breathtaking view of the glittering Vegas skyline. In the center of the room was a hot tub big enough for six people. A full bar and a table covered with a sumptuous array of candies, cakes, and other dessert items stood off to their left.

“Would you get a load of this.” Reece wandered into the bedroom and inspected one of the plush maroon pillows. He sat on the bed and bounced. “Pretty durable.”

He tried not to stare at the king size bed with a cherry wood headboard, and airy comforter most likely hiding high quality cotton bed sheets that would whisper against a sleeping person’s skin. Cutting off a groan, he walked over to the bar where a pair of iced champagne bottles bracketed a dish of chocolate-covered strawberries, a favorite of his. Reece re-entered the room, kicked off his shoes, and removed his socks.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going in the hot tub.” Reece began unbuttoning his shirt slowly as his eyes beckoned him to follow his lead.

Anthony focused on one of the strawberries. Clothes dropped to the floor, and then a deep, satisfied groan, and a small splash. He peered over his shoulder to find Reece, eyes closed and head resting against the edge of the tub, a satisfied expression on his handsome face.

I bet that’s how he looks after a night of lovemaking.

Xavier's Loving Arms

"This book takes some very real and troubling issues, and handles them perfectly. The girl gets the guy and a happy ending. Every woman who has struggled with body issues or an eating disorder needs this message of hope."- Penelope's Romance Reviews

"I wasn’t sure how I’d do with Xavier but after reading it, I’d like to have his pretend babies".- Writings of a Wicked Book Addict

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Synopsis: Xavier Marks has the looks, great job, and more than enough money to throw around. The only thing missing is a woman by his side. He hasn’t had much luck in love since he caught his fiancée cheating on him, and isn’t too happy about his current bachelor status. But that may all change when a cute barista from a coffee shop catches his eye. Perhaps she can help him lick his wounds?

Life hasn’t always been too kind to Rebecca Price. With a grandmother suffering from dementia, and the threat of foreclosure on her childhood home, she may have no choice but to turn to a possessive ex-boyfriend who won’t settle for anything less than marriage. She hides a shameful secret that still threatens to destroy her. She’s ready to give up all hope when a suave, yet seemingly kind-hearted man enters her life and comes to her rescue.

Rebecca is wary of placing her trust in Xavier, who wants to be more than a shoulder for her to lean on. But as the two grow close, Rebecca’s guilt over her past discretions continue to haunt her. Xavier wants to show Rebecca that the one place she can feel whole and at peace is in his loving arms.

Excerpt...

Tonight would be all for her. She pressed a palm on her stomach; a warm, fluttery feeling increased between her legs. On her drive, the throbbing had begun, and she’d rubbed her thighs back and forth to stop the funny sensation there. It had been so long since she’d experienced such a twinge. With her head held high, she opened the door to the restaurant and strutted in, scanning the room. A stone wall surrounded a small waterfall splashing into a pool. Sparkling coins lay at the bottom, and she reached into her coat pocket and found a quarter.

“For good luck,” she whispered, flinging the coin into the water.

She bypassed a small number of people waiting near the hostess station and strolled into the bar. A tall, black woman wearing a tight vest and red tie mixed drinks, chatting up the lone customer. She laughed and tossed her head, holding out a small piece of paper. Xavier shook his head at her.

His tan slacks and long sleeved white shirt, rolled up under his elbows, showed off his dark skin tone. The bimbo with her short, spiky hair leaned over, showing off her flat stomach and perky chest. Becca pulled off her coat, jerked her bodice down low to show off her cleavage, and stomped to the bar.

At least I have bigger boobs than she does. She grinned widely when Xavier held up his hand to refuse the paper.

She approached him, placing her arm behind the back of his chair. “Hey there, gorgeous,” she greeted, glowering at the bartender.

“Hey, baby.” Xavier got up from his chair, and didn’t give her a welcoming hug, but something else altogether different that shocked the hell out of her. He swept her into a full blown kiss, his tongue swiping over her lips.

Vertigo set in and her breasts began throbbing painfully, her nipples constricting into tight, little buds. The kiss ended all too soon. He broke the contact with one last sweep of his lips and rubbed his nose against hers.

“Hello there,” he whispered, and pulled her in closer.

Her mind blank, she tried to process what had just happened. The bartender shrugged and turned her attention to some new patrons.

Xavier released her, eyes sparkling.

“Did you do that for her benefit?” she asked, not certain she wanted to hear the answer.

He grabbed his beer bottle and curved an arm around her waist. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for months. And don’t you dare think I would do that for anyone else’s benefit but my own. The bartender started talking to me after I ordered my drink. I’d mentioned I was meeting a beautiful lady for dinner, but she kept flirting and offered me her number in case things didn’t work out with you.” He rolled his eyes and guided her to the hostess.

“You’re so hot in that dress I couldn’t stop myself. I hope you’re not offended by my reaction.”

“No, not at all. It just came as a surprise.” Please kiss me again until I can’t breathe.

She hid her lust by giving Xavier a pat on the back.

“That’s a relief. I know how much you dislike aggressive men. I hope I never do anything to scare you away.”

Becca’s heart melted. He fiddled with the label on his bottle and stared at his feet. She wanted to wrap herself around him and return his kiss, perhaps this time with more tongue action. She wondered how he would react if she told him she didn’t want to run away, but quite the opposite.

Yule Be Mine: Volume 2

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The Ghost of Vampire Present by Seleste deLaney – Jocelyn has finally found her knight in shining armor in Chad, and ghosts are the last thing on her mind. Even when one shows up in her bedroom on Christmas Eve, Jocelyn's a bit more concerned about the other guests on the agenda. She'd prefer to never see another vampire, and the ghost tells her to expect not one, but three…


Last Christmas by A. Faris – ‘Tis the season to be merry…’ But not when you’re on the trail of a time insurgent, and facing a demon’s servant at every turn. For Nadine, Christmas is a jinx. Two deaths in the family and an estrangement, all on the blessed occasion, she spends every Christmas alone since. A knock on her door reveals a mysterious stranger, a stranger who kisses sweet, knows her soul and offers his heart with no reservations. Not everything is as it seems, however, with more at stake than Nadine thinks…

The Christmas Fantasy by KT Grant – On a mission to lose her virginity before her thirtieth birthday on Christmas Day, Mandy Lockeheart plans to seduce the only man she’s ever loved; her brother’s best friend, firefighter Jackson Montgomery. With the sexy new body she’s worked hard to earn, she’s certain she can convince him to fulfill her fantasies…

Unwrapping Scrooge by Anne Holly – Bestselling author Kale McKinnon is a modern Scrooge – eccentric, misanthropic and reclusive, made bitter by the coldness of his wealthy family. But when optimistic Canadian graduate student Molly Gillis visits Oxford and invades his space, he realizes Christmas is about to change for him forever. But can he make her stay, and force himself to un-Scrooge enough to be the right man for her?


Scandal in the Wind

"Lily and Rose's scenes and dialogues are very good, and the sexual encounters throughout the book have a lot of heat and fire." -Booked Up

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Synopsis: Lily Odell was the belle of Charleston, South Carolina high society until her husband, Beau, walked out on her after believing she’d been unfaithful to him. Lily has always been devoted to Beau, although she has kept a dark secret concerning her relationship with her childhood girlfriend. Now Lily has been ostracized because of the gossip and lies and has no one to turn to for help.

Charleston’s most popular brothel madam, Mrs. Rose Ware, lives her life on her own terms and answers to no one. When she discovers Beau abandoned Lily and has thrown her out on the street, Rose takes Lily in until she can get back on her feet. Rose has always been attracted to the spirited and beautiful Lily, but kept her feelings to herself because of her wanton reputation and her past with Beau. Now that Beau’s out of the picture, she might have a chance to seduce the heartbroken Lily.

Lily wants revenge against Beau, and Rose is more than willing to help her. Soon both women come up with a plan, one that will scandalize Charleston, and expose a forbidden passion between a brothel madam and a genteel Southern lady.


Excerpt...

“Why didn’t you come see me last night?” she asked.

Rose’s hand twitched as Lily drifted her fingers back and forth over the side of her stiff ones. She finally pulled away, dropping her arms to her sides. “You had Beau to take care of you. I wasn’t needed.”

“You’re a foolish, stubborn woman, Rose Ware,” Lily stated in an incensed voice.

Rose opened her mouth to argue, but not one peep left her, for Lily hands came around her head and gave her a kiss.

A deep moan left Rose, and when Lily’s fingers dug into the back of her nape, she pulled her roughly against her and kissed her greedily. She gave her open mouth kisses, which Lily received by opening her own mouth wide and tangling her tongue with Rose’s searching one.

By the time she needed air, Rose had pulled Lily’s hair out of her pins and her mouth was swollen and red. Her own throbbed, among other key areas on her body aching to be caressed and filled.

“I should make you angry more often,” Rose joked and spread her fingers through Lily’s hair, making a curtain over her shoulders.

Lily gave her a disgruntled look as she pressed her palms against Rose’s chest. Rose shifted to push her breast into Lily’s palm. Lily cupped her there, squeezing her flesh and causing her nipple to harden.

“I came here to talk to you.” Lily removed her hand.

Rose released a suffering sigh. “Then why did you kiss me just now? It makes me want to do other things besides talk.” Rose went over to the settee in the corner and patted the seat next to her. Lily followed and sat down, taking Rose’s hands in both of hers.

“I missed you and wanted to make certain you tasted the same like the last time I kissed you,” Lily said and turned Rose’s hand over to trace the lines on her palm.

Lily’s simple touch made her inner thighs slick and she pressed her legs tightly together to cover her arousal. First they would clear the air and then spend an hour or so involved in more amorous pursuits if she had any say.

“I missed your kisses also, but after yesterday and then Beau spending the night with you, I...” Rose cut herself off and cursed under her breath.

Lily tugged on her chin and she looked back at her. “I was badly shaken up and Beau was there to help me. I didn’t expect you to tend to me. You had more important things to deal with. Beau put me to bed and stayed as the doctor did his examination of me. We had dinner and I fell asleep. When I woke this morning he was gone.”

I saw you in his arms in bed! Rose wanted to shout, but then Lily would ask how she knew and she’d have to admit to her peeping. It was best to keep that a secret better left to reveal at a later date when she and Lily were fully committed to one another.

“Rose, you’ve become pale. Please tell me you aren’t upset about Beau staying with me overnight.

You must believe me when I tell you nothing happened between us.” Lily’s voice shook and she clutched Rose’s hands harder. “We only talked and nothing else. For once we didn’t argue or accuse each other of lies. I think we’ve put the past behind us and can move on.”

“I believe you, Lily.” Rose cupped Lily’s cheek. “I had a moment of jealousy about you and Beau combined with alarm over Jo and the individual responsible for causing such destruction. It’s been a long time since I’ve been involved with someone like you who I can’t stop thinking about and want to have a future with.”

“We already have a business partnership together—”

“No Lily, I’m not talking about business. I mean our personal relationship. I want us to be committed to one another not only as friends, but as lovers.”

Burning For You

"I loved the chemistry and love you could feel coming off the pages from these two men. They are sweet characters and I was sad to see them go at the end."- Two Lips Reviews

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*Connected to Lovestruck. Occurs a few months after Lovestruck ends*

Synopsis: Patrick Medcaff is a thirty-something blue collar worker trying to make ends meet in Manhattan. He dreams of owning a condo, and in order to do that he has to work a part-time job along with his full time job as a handyman at the ritzy St. Jennings hotel. Patrick will be the newest addition to the New York City College janitorial staff where he is introduced to the shark looking handsome Dean of the Economics department, Christian Jennings.

When Christian and Patrick meet, sparks fly between the two. Patrick thinks nothing can come out of their attraction because Christian is a college graduate who comes from an affluent family made of money, while he barely has two pennies to rub together. Christian, on the other hand, can't get Patrick off his mind, and will prove that although they are opposites in every way, their desires for one another can't be ignored.

Soon these two are embarking on a secret love affair. But when an ex-boyfriend of Patrick’s comes back to claim him, Christian will do whatever he can to keep Patrick as his own.

Excerpt...

“Let me be blunt here. What the hell is going on, Jennings? Is this the wine talking or are you just horny and need some random guy to get you off?”

Christian frowned and removed his hand. “I take offense to that. I’m not trolling at some bathhouse looking to get my rocks off.” He glanced around the crowded room. “You can’t deny there’s something going on between us. I felt it from the moment we met in my office.”

“I think it’s the wine talking. I’m not available for what you want. I don’t have...listen, I’m getting out of a bad relationship and need time to mourn. Okay?”

Christian gave Patrick a pointed stare and raised an eyebrow. “Really?

I think that’s an excuse. You can’t tell me you don’t feel our attraction for each other.”

Help me...Patrick was at a loss for words. He was ready to explode and his heart was racing. And it wasn’t helping how Christian kept looking at him like he wanted to lick him from head and toe. When Christian moved forward and inserted his knee close against his crotch, Patrick couldn’t take it any longer. He needed a moment before he reached across the table and started kissing the life out of this man who made him feel way off center.

“I need to go to the bathroom. Excuse me.” Patrick slid out of the booth. Christian held out his hand as if he was going to stop him, but Patrick moved away before Christian could. He left Christian sitting there alone.

As he made his way to the bathroom, he spotted the exit door through which Tonya had made her escape.

He pushed open the door and walked out into a dark alley. Taking a quick look around to see if he was alone, he moved further down until he was on the other side of an out-of-order phone booth and leaned against the brick wall. He closed his eyes, took some deep breaths and cupped his crotch. The slight cool autumn air ruffled his hair. He couldn’t believe he was actually considering it, but maybe if he walked deeper into the alley and took a few minutes to he make himself come, he’d be more in control around Christian.

He opened his eyes when he heard the back door open and the muffled sounds of music vibrated around him. The door closed with a bang and footsteps shuffled over the pavement.

“Patrick?”

Patrick knew there was no use in keeping quiet. Christian would find him soon enough. “Over here.”

“Are you feeling well?” Christian walked over and stood in front of him.

Patrick sighed. “How did you know I was out here?”

“I watched you leave. Are you feeling okay?” Christian gave Patrick’s shoulder a light squeeze.

Patrick swallowed and looked down at Christian’s grip. He was silent as Christian thumb brushed over his collar bone. He let out a soft moan.

“I’m not feeling too hot.”

The corner of Christian’s top lip lifted. “I think I know what can make you feel better.

“What I need is—”

Christian pressed his mouth against Patrick’s and slid his tongue into his mouth. Patrick gasped.

Patrick spread his fingers across Christian’s chest. Christian grabbed him around the neck and pressed him over and against the side of the old rusted phone booth. Christian’s knee went into between Patrick’s legs and bumped against Patrick’s groin.

Oh my god. He’s kissing me! Patrick stood there in shock. He moaned again when Christian swiped the inside of his mouth with his tongue.

“Kiss me back, damn it,” Christian ordered against Patrick’s mouth and bit down on his bottom lip.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Patrick whispered and moaned as Christian rubbed up against him.

“Just...a few...minutes. Okay?” Christian said in between eager kisses.

Ah, why not? Patrick inhaled, wrapped his arms around the older man and stuck out his tongue to play with Christian’s.

Even Hotter Dads: The DILF Anthology II

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Synopsis: Nothing is sexier than a man who loves his kids.

In this second volume of stories celebrating hot dads, you'll find young dads and older dads, gay dads and straight dads, vampire dads, a father of the bride, and even, in true Ravenous Romance style, a M/F/M threesome.

Contributors include:
Jon Jockel
Stacy Brown
Rebecca Leigh
Savannah Chase
Garland
KT Grant
Kilt Kilpatrick
Trinity Blacio

KT Grant's DILF story: The Reunion

Synopsis: An up and coming rising Broadway star goes back to her high school after eight years and sees her former drama school teacher again. (he's a single father with a fourteen year old daughter). Former student once had a crush on her teacher and let's just they have some hanky panky together behind a stage.

Sweet and Sinful *In Print*

“Spicy and sweet-KT Grant is an author to watch!”- National bestselling author, Julie James

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Two stories in one...

THE SWEET... For the Love of Mollie

Mollie McGree is on a mission to seduce her best friend, the sexy masseuse Juan-Carlos. But she wants to lose a few extra pounds first. She joins a gym run by self-made millionaire and personal trainer, Conner Bean. Conner thinks Mollie doesn't need to lose any weight, and is perfect just the way she is. He plans to seduce the curvy Mollie by giving her his own special training sessions in passion and desire.

Soon Mollie is enjoying a no-holds-barred love affair with the vibrant and skilled Conner. But self-esteem issues on her part, as well as her unresolved feelings for Juan-Carlos, cause her to second guess Conner's motives. Conner will stop at nothing until he claims Mollie's heart for his own.

THE SINFUL... The Claiming of Suzy

Suzy Bean is a woman who lives in the moment and doesn't mind her overabundant curves. The man she secretly loves, JC Mosino, is the only one who can make her untamed sexual fantasies a reality. After having a bit too much to drink at a party, JC drives her home, where their passions ignite. Suzy thinks that this is night where she and JC will go from being friends to lovers. Unfortunately it doesn't happen quite like that and Suzy ends up throwing JC out because of something he says in the heat of the moment that she takes the wrong way.

Now Suzy's whole world has been turned upside down because she's given up smoking and is sexually frustrated. When she meets a handsome, flirty stranger, who makes her body respond, she becomes even more frustrated. This chance meeting is one she'll never forget, for Mr. Hunk is her new boss, Xavier Marks. Suzy feels guilty because her attraction to Xavier is growing while she still pines for JC.

JC's craving for Suzy is out of control where he wants nothing more than to work things out and become her lover. He has a plan in doing so, but has to work fast as Xavier tries to seduce Suzy. JC is having no part of that, and will do whatever he can to claim this brassy, buxom beauty for his own.

Dreamspell Erotica Volume 1 - Erotica Anthology

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Moira's Tears by S. D. Grady
Fantasy Exposed by Roxi Cox
More than a Feeder by Samantha Stone

Brass Balls and Hysteria by K T Grant *Erotic Steampunk Romance*

Synopsis: Jessamine Starling is in in for the surprise of her life when she sneaks into the factory of her family’s biggest competitor and doesn't find a top secret dirigible project, but a steam powered sex chair that helps cures female hysteria.

Sleeping with the Frenemy

"A great plot, heavy emotion and a few sweet, sultry love scenes make this book a keeper in my collection." - Lesbrary Reviews

"If you're into well-written, steamy erotic romance, with a lot of description and detail, I think you'll like this." - Author, Ryan Field

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Synopsis: Deborah Murnay has a life most women would die for. She has a loving wife of four years who gives her anything she wants. But, Deborah hides a dark secret. Her wife Genevieve not only enjoys kinky, dangerous sex, but is insanely jealous and possessive. When a violent argument between the two leaves Deborah bruised and battered, she has no other choice but to run away.

Through some intricate planning on Deborah’s part, she’s able to trick Genevieve into thinking she’s dead. Deborah becomes Sharon Wade and ends up hundreds of miles away in the small town of Woodberry Creek where she can start over again, even though she lives in fear that Genevieve will find her and kill her.

When grade school teacher Bridgette Woodberry notices her new neighbor, she quickly figures out Woodberry Creek’s new resident is hiding something. Deborah knows she can’t have a future with Bridgette, but finds herself attractive to the kindhearted redhead whose kisses and warm embrace makes her feel protected.

As Deborah turns to Bridgette to help heal her scars, Genevieve is waiting for the right moment to take back her wife and make her pay for deceiving her.

Excerpt from Chapter 1...

The howling of the coyote in the distance gave Deborah Murnay a chill. She wrapped a towel around her body after rubbing in the vanilla-scented lotion her wife had ordered special for her from Paris. Deborah could barely stand the smell of vanilla any longer, but since Genevieve enjoyed the scent, and always took time out of her busy day to kiss a part of her body covered in the lotion, Deborah wore it nevertheless.

Ignoring the howl of another—or possibly the same—coyote, Deborah walked out of her bathroom and into her bedroom where lying on her king-sized bed was the short gold dress she planned to wear for the season opener of the Peyote Springs Opera House. The opera always started the year with a performance of Giuseppe Verdi’s 1853 La Traviata. The first time Deborah had seen the tragic opera, she cried. The second time she was overcome by the beauty of the music. Now, her fifth time, she was bored. Even though Genevieve hired a tutor to teach her Italian, Deborah could barely understand a word of it. Genevieve loved going to the opera, which they tended to do every three months. Deborah would rather see something more modern, like a Broadway show, but since her wife found popular musicals gauche, Deborah kept her mouth shut.. Genevieve would expect it no other way.

The clock on the far wall released a soft melodic ping. Deborah had less than a half hour to get dressed before they had to leave. Sighing, she pulled a comb through her damp highlighted blond hair that would dry soon enough in the Nevada heat. At six in the evening, it was still a stifling ninety degrees. Her dress was perfect for tonight, and for the after party that always followed. They always attended, since Genevieve was one of the opera’s generous patrons. Deborah hoped Genevieve wouldn’t be upset by her wearing gold instead of the standard white she wore on Sundays.

Pulling open a drawer, she found her beige thong. Her lips curved as she almost decided to go buff; a small surprise for Genevieve in case she wanted to play with her under her skirt. But she wasn’t that outrageous, so she concealed herself with the small scrap of fabric. Searching through the pile of underwear and socks, she found the small shiny box she planned to give Genevieve before they left. Inside lay a silver locket with her picture in it—even though she purchased the jewelry with Genevieve’s money—in celebration of their anniversary tonight.

I can’t believe I’ve been with the same woman for so long. Deborah turned her diamond-covered wedding band around her finger and took a moment to reflect as the blazing orange sun dipped below the horizon.

The bedroom door opened and in walked Genevieve, wearing a short tight black dress complete with a choker and high-heeled sandals that added even more height to her five foot eight inches. Deborah held her breath, stunned by Genevieve’s beauty.

Genevieve held a small box wrapped in silver and left it on the dresser as she rested her hands on Deborah’s shoulders and smiled. Deborah smiled softly, her heart speeding as it did whenever she was in Genevieve’s presence. Her wife’s straight, copper-toned hair falling down past her shoulders complemented her wonderful dark tan. Unfortunately for Deborah, she didn’t tan as well as Genevieve, even with the smattering of Native America blood that had been diluted centuries ago.

“Dearling, why aren’t you ready yet?” Gen pursed her lips, tilting her head to the left as she examined her.

Deborah stopped herself from wincing. She hated when Gen called her dearling. She’d rather be called ‘my sexy nurse’, as Gen sometimes said. It reminded her who she was and where she came from.

“I wanted to take the extra time to look perfect for you tonight.” Deborah wrapped her arms around Gen, lifted up on her toes, and kissed her under her ear. Gen shivered and tightened her hold. Deborah closed her eyes and inhaled Gen’s scent—a combination of aloe and papaya. They stayed like that until Gen’s hand went under her towel and caressed her bottom, her thumb drifting into her thong and brushing in between her ass cheeks. Deborah stiffened and almost clenched down on her wife’s roaming finger.

Gen released a husky laugh and stepped away. She removed her hands and wagged a finger in front of Deborah’s face. “If we had another hour to spare, I’d lay you out on our bed and rim you until you screamed, but you’re running late.”

Deborah blinked at the crude words Genevieve used to explain the intimate act she enjoyed doing. And the emphasis on how she was late, and not we, had been noticed as well.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll be already to go,” Deborah said and dropped her towel, contemplating whether or not she needed to wear a bra. Genevieve observed her openly through the mirror as she fluffed her hair.

Before she could pick up her dress, Gen walked over and held out the box. “I know you’ve wanted to open this since I came in the room. Happy fourth anniversary, dearest.”

Genevieve gave her a kiss and her tongue went deep into Deborah’s mouth, licking the inside of her cheeks and eliciting a moan. Deborah almost fell back onto the bed when Gen tweaked her nipples and rolled the hard nubs with her thumbs. When she went to slip her hand inside Gen’s bodice, Gen backed away, breaking the kiss. She patted Deborah’s mouth with her manicured hand and laughed.

“Open your gift,” Gen urged and Deborah slowly untied the bow when all she wanted to do was rip it apart.
She took her time, building up the anticipation, and when she pulled off the lid, her jaw dropped at what she saw on lying on a red satin pillow.

“Oh, it’s breathtaking.” Deborah lifted up the fragile gold strand with a small diamond in the middle.

“It’s not a necklace, but a belly chain. Knowing this will be tied around you would please me immensely.”

“Like a collar?” Deborah joked weakly.

“You can call it that if you’d like.” Gen took the chain from her and latched it around her waist.

Deborah stood in front of the mirror admiring her gift. Gen fingered the chain and dipped lower, cupping her mound and pressing her fingers in deep.

“Thank you. I love it as much as I love you,” Deborah said in a husky whisper and spread her legs apart, hoping Gen would push aside her panties and play with her clit for a minute or two.

Gen laughed again and backed away, leaving Deborah hot and frustrated. She loves teasing me. Hiding her irritation, Deborah went over to the dresser to give Gen her gift.

“Before I forget, I have your—” Deborah turned around, finding herself alone. Her beautiful gold dress was missing, and when she glanced over at the walk-in closet, Gen came out holding a silky white tank top that gaped low in the bodice, and a matching miniskirt. Deborah had only worn it once when she and Gen had gone to Las Vegas for a weekend getaway. This type of ensemble was suited for a dance club or a casino, but would be very out of place at the opera.

“Did you forget it’s Sunday, dearling?” Gen asked, placing the outfit on the bed.

Deborah’s pulse increased. “I thought I’d shake things up a bit. I bought the gold dress to impress you. I know how much you love the color.” Deborah flicked her anniversary gift for emphasis.

Gen gave her an easy smile, although irritation lurked in her eyes. “You’re sweet, but I prefer we stick to protocol. Don’t you agree? We can’t have you going back to wearing ratty T-shirts or those horrible-colored scrubs you once wore.”

Deborah shut her eyes for a moment to stop from saying something that would lead to an argument. Those scrubs Gen always denigrated were what Deborah had worn when she worked as a nurse for her sick mother.

She opened her eyes and gave Gen a remorseful smile. “Sorry. I hate disappointing you.” She looked down at the bright white, very expensive outfit. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“That’s perfectly okay. We all make mistakes,” Gen responded and gave her a delicate kiss, gently rubbing over her small brown mole near the right corner of her mouth. “How about I help you with your makeup?”

Deborah gave Gen a full smile. She loved when Gen did her makeup. “Oh yes, please.”

Gen pulled her by the hand and into their bathroom where not only did Gen make her look beautiful, but also well loved and pleasured since they did have five extra minutes to spare.

The Christmas Fantasy

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"If only all of us could have a glasses-wearing, sexy firefighter hellbent on our sexual pleasure for a Christmas present. It would be a very, merry Christmas indeed." -Author, Penny Watson

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Synopsis: On a mission to lose her virginity before her thirtieth birthday on Christmas Day, Mandy Lockeheart plans to seduce the only man she’s ever loved, her brother’s best friend, firefighter Jackson Montgomery. With the sexy new body she’s worked hard to earn, she’s certain she can convince him to fulfill her fantasies.

When Mandy comes to him with her sexy proposal, Jackson can’t refuse her adorable seduction. Unfortunately, Mandy’s brother doesn’t want anyone playing around with his baby sister. Jackson must choose between respecting his friend wishes and making love to his perfect Christmas present.

Between Mandy’s occasionally poor body image and Jackson’s honor, the lovers must fight to realize their Christmas Fantasy.

Sexy Excerpt:

“Hey Mandy. Need to use the bathroom?” Jackson rubbed the back of his neck and looked toward the stairs as if he wanted to make his escape.

Mandy stepped away from the wall with her arms behind her back. “Not right now. Actually I need to use something else and you're the only one who can help me with it.”

“What’s that?” Jackson asked.

Mandy’s hands came up and she pushed against his chest. He stumbled back into the bathroom. Before Jackson could move, she closed the door, grabbed his glasses off his face and held them behind her as she leaned against the door.

“Amanda, stop with these games. I'm tired and want to go home. Give me my glasses back. What if someone needs wants to use the bathroom?”

She shrugged, unconcerned that he was upset. “So what? They'll see the room is occupied and go downstairs and use the other bathroom. We needed a moment of privacy.”

The suspicious look Jackson shot her way made her stomach jump, and not in that, I’m turned on a good way.

“In a bathroom during a party? What do you need help with that couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

Her tongue poked out of her mouth and she took a deep breath. “It concerns my thirtieth birthday and my Christmas gift combined. I've decided the one thing I want this holiday is to lose my virginity. And I want to lose it to you.”

Mandy glanced back up at Jackson. The look on his face would've been comical if not for the sudden fluttering in her stomach. He stood there with his mouth literally hanging open and sat down on the toilet. He rubbed his face and moaned. Mandy was trying her best not to be too embarrassed. If he said no, she would never live it down.

“What…I…shit.” Jackson could barely get out one word let alone full sentences.

“What's wrong?”

“What's wrong? You've got to be joking." Jackson glanced at Mandy. "Why me?"

"You're the only man I trust besides my brothers and father. You have to know I've cared about you for a very long time," she said softly, suddenly feeling very shy.

Jackson remained silent.

It’s now or never. She left his glasses on the sink and walked to stand in front of him. Before she lost all nerve, she moved her fingers through his hair. Jackson’s eyes fluttered.

“I think we need to stop thinking about the what ifs and just act. I'm sick of going over the consequences.

And I think you should also.” Before Jackson could argue, Mandy dropped down onto his lap, straddled him and gave him a deep kiss on the mouth.

Mandy didn't have a great deal of experience in kissing, but what she lacked, she made up for in enthusiasm.

The moment her lips met Jackson's, her nipples grew hard and poked against the bodice of her dress.

Jackson grunted and wrapped his arms around her. "Sweet," he murmured and brushed his tongue across her bottom lip.

"Huh?" Mandy nibbled the side of his mouth.

"You taste like strawberries and chocolate." He pulled her in close, giving her a kiss she'd always dreamt about.

The Prince's Groom

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(The Pirates of Flaundia #2)

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Synopsis: Mr. Martin, the former first mate of an infamous pirate captain is mourning the loss of his young lover. He and Thomas de Fleurre, an exiled prince turned gentleman landowner, had a passionate affair on a tropical island paradise for a very short time. Thomas decides to end their relationship since Martin is a wanted man on the run for a twenty-year-old crime he didn’t commit.

Thomas longs for the frank speaking Martin, who not only ravaged his body, but his heart and soul. He has moved on, finding happiness in the arms of another man, but can’t stop thinking about those hot steamy nights where Martin made his every fantasy become a reality.

Martin’s past comes back to haunt him as he arrives on Thomas’s doorstep to finish what they started. And then Martin puts his life on the line to save Thomas from an unstable woman who is obsessed with claiming Thomas as her own.

With a dangerous highwayman also terrorizing the land who has close ties to Martin, Thomas becomes a target in a deadly game of cat and mouse. It’s up to Martin to save Thomas and hope they can sail away on their tide of passion, where he will end up being the Prince’s groom.

Spicy excerpt:

The man on Thomas's mind walked into the room and shut the door. He stood in the semi-darkness as Thomas looked his fill. Each and every time he saw Martin, his heartbeat pounded at a ferocious rate and his groin grew heavy. He had not felt this deep passion for another man until Mr. Martin, Chelsey Dread's former first mate, had waltzed into his life and seduced him.

"There you are, lad. I've been looking for you everywhere." Martin walked toward him with a bright grin on his face.

He looks at me as if he loves me. Thomas clasped his hands behind his back to stop from reaching out and taking Martin in his arms. He was so very wrong. Martin didn't love him. Desired and lusted for him, yes. But loved him? No.

Thomas remained silent as Martin wrapped his thick hands around Thomas’s nape and tipped his head back. He swallowed, overcome with the need to get down on his knees and worship Martin's cock. Never had he experienced anything like it. Thomas would never forget this man as long as he lived.

"What are you thinking of, Your Highness?" Martin asked and licked his lips.

Thomas clenched his fists, wanting desperately to run his fingers through Martin's dark goatee, spread his palms over his bald head, and press kisses over the older man's face. He frowned. He didn't even know how old Martin truly was, let alone his first name.

"Please don't call me ‘lad.’ And certainly not ‘Your Highness.’ I'm very much a man and no longer a prince, and haven't been for many years. I would have no idea how to even run a country given the chance," Thomas said, adding the last as an afterthought.

Martin released Thomas's neck and slid his hands down the younger man’s body until he grabbed hold of his ass and cupped both cheeks. Thomas moaned in response. His eyes flicked shut and he inhaled deeply. Thomas smelled the remnants of the dark yeasty ale Martin had drunk earlier in the night. He barely stopped himself from lifting up and placing his lips over the older man's bushy jaw.

"You're in a bit of the bite now, aren't you?"

Thomas snorted. Martin’s way with words always made him smile; it was one of the things he adored about him.

"Mr. Martin, I wish I could place your dialect. It’s a strange one indeed. Where did you say you resided again?"

"Nowhere important."

Thomas opened his eyes and folded his hands. He held back from fixing the front of his breeches. His prick had risen, and was most likely noticeable to a roving eye. But since he was alone with Martin, his erection wasn’t a cause for concern. He disregarded his want, however, and allowed ire to grow in its place.

"I find it odd that although we have been intimate in every sense of the word, you still won't give me a straight answer about your past or who your people are. Why is that?" Thomas moved out of Martin's embrace and walked over to the four poster bed where he leaned against the backboard.

Martin wiped a palm over his head and sniffed. He then scratched his chin and neck. Thomas watched as Martin's muscular biceps flexed under his sleeveless tan shirt. He never wore a jacket, and his shirt was always missing the sleeves. Thomas glanced down at his own dark blue coat. He unbuttoned it, allowing his body to breathe easier in the humid air.

"I'm not one to share too many details about myself. The less you know, the better."

"For whom, Martin? Or is that even your real name? Why won't you tell me your first—"

Martin made a cutting motion through the air. "We've been through this already. Why harp on the issue again? There are more important things to do and worry about then gab about our secrets."

Thomas lifted his hands and then dropped them down to his sides. "See, that’s the difference between you and me. I have no secrets. I'm an open book. You, though, are a mystery that refuses to be solved."

"Oh, you're an open book? Heh. That's one lie you have been tellin’ yourself right all along, Thom."

What in God’s earth is he talking about? "I must have misunderstood just now. When have I ever lied?"

Martin stepped in front of Thomas and grabbed hold of his arms. He tried to pull away, but it was no use. Martin held him in an immobile grip.

"You've been lying most of your life about this." Martin swooped in for a deep kiss.

Thomas landed his palms against Martin's chest and dug his fingers into the damp material of his shirt. Martin sweated a great deal more than he did, not that he minded in the least. He loved to lick Martin's brawny chest and flat stomach. He had become addicted to the man's musky scent.

All thoughts of arguing were soon forgotten as Thomas curved his arms around Martin's shoulders and pulled him in close. His tongue slipped into Martin's mouth and swiped the inside of his cheeks. Martin chuckled deeply and licked the roof of Thomas's mouth, making him bite down on Martin's bottom lip.

Martin released Thomas, but backed up a bare inch away from his face. "I've taught you well." He shoved his hand in between Thomas's legs and fondled him through his pants.

The Claiming of Suzy

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"Great stories, relationships, friendships and hot lovemaking make this author one of my top to follow."-Night Owl Reviews

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Synopsis: Suzy Bean is a woman who lives in the moment and doesn't mind her overabundant curves. The man she secretly loves, JC Mosino, is the only one who can make her untamed sexual fantasies a reality. After having a bit too much to drink at a party, JC drives her home, where their passions ignite. Suzy thinks that this is night where she and JC will go from being friends to lovers. Unfortunately it doesn't happen quite like that and Suzy ends up throwing JC out because of something he says in the heat of the moment that she takes the wrong way.

Now Suzy's whole world has been turned upside down because she's given up smoking and is sexually frustrated. When she meets a handsome, flirty stranger, who makes her body respond, she becomes even more frustrated. This chance meeting is one she'll never forget, for Mr. Hunk is her new boss, Xavier Marks. Suzy feels guilty because her attraction to Xavier is growing while she still pines for JC.

JC's craving for Suzy is out of control where he wants nothing more than to work things out and become her lover. He has a plan in doing so, but has to work fast as Xavier tries to seduce Suzy. JC is having no part of that, and will do whatever he can to claim this brassy, buxom beauty for his own.

Excerpt #1:

JC gave Suzy a huge grin that made her stomach clench. He had one dimple that always made an appearance on the edge of his cheek where she wanted to lick it slowly, like she did that night—

"I miss you, too." JC release Suzy’s hand and placed an arm behind her head. He began to massage her neck.

Suzy couldn't stop her eyes from flickering shut, and she bowed her head. "That feels so nice. I'm so stressed lately," she whispered.

She heard JC shuffle in his seat as he pressed down on a tight neck muscle. Suzy tensed, and without even thinking, grabbed hold of his knee.

"You like how I touch you, baby?"

Suzy nodded. She slowly opened her eyes. "You know I do. But I think we should talk about—"

Her yelp was muffled as JC covered her mouth with his own.

Suzy blinked and tried to pull away from his kiss, but he held onto the back of her neck. The way his tongue lapped over her own made her whole body throb. She knew it was so wrong to do this with so many unresolved things between them, but she was hot, horny and needed to get off.

"I'll get you off," JC mumbled against her mouth and cupped her head to give her deeper kisses.

Excerpt #2:

She was lost in the sensation of Xavier's kiss as he sucked on her lips and gave her little swipes with his tongue. The way his bristles on his face scraped lightly against her cheeks was vastly different from JC, whose soft, fine skin had caressed hers as he lapped the inside of her mouth…

Suzy moved her face away and pushed Xavier back, as he stared down at her. She hugged herself and looked up and down the sidewalk. They were all alone.

"We can't do this. I can't…," Suzy whispered and walked over to a bench near a large elm tree.

"Suzy, I won't say I'm sorry I kissed you. I can't help it. There's something between us I can't ignore."

"You're going to have to. Things are too complicated with us working together…and with me and JC—"

Suzy let out a squeak as Xavier took hold of her arm and backed her against the tree. She could barely see his face in the darkness, but could feel the heat pouring from his body. She could feel how hard he was down below.

"This can't be happening," she whispered.

Xavier cupped her face in his hands and ground his crotch against her mound. She let out a soft gasp.

"Why deny ourselves this way? I've been hard for you since the moment I first saw you in that coffee shop."

"Yeah right. You mean after you got shot down from that gorgeous barista."

Xavier shook his head and planted his forehead against hers. Suzy took hold of his biceps for balance and took a deep breath.

"If you weren't my boss, and I wasn't with JC, maybe things would be different."

"Are you really with him?"

"Ah…" Suzy didn't know how to answer.

"Can we just enjoy each other for a few moments?" Xavier gave Suzy another kiss.

Suzy dug her fingers into Xavier's arms as he slid his knee between her legs. She could barely think as he rubbed his knee up and down until she grew damp.

The Princess's Bride

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"There are several laugh-out-loud funny moments, and a few more every feminist will cheer. Princess's Bride" is a cleverly wrought story diverting for a couple hours of afternoon leisure." -Queer Magazine Online

(The Pirates of Flaundia #1)

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Synopsis: Daisy de Fleurre, an exiled princess from a far away land longs for true love. She almost experienced that at the tender age of seventeen, when she and her servant Chelsey, engaged in a smoldering love affair for one brief summer before they were both separated forever. Eight years later, Daisy is now engaged to a man who wants to offer her the world. But Daisy still longs for the woman she has never forgotten.

The dastardly lady pirate C.W. Dread, lives for revenge against Lord Humphrey, the man who murdered her family. She will kidnap Humphrey's fiancée, hold her for ransom, and introduce her to the delights of the flesh. Then her revenge will be complete! But Dread is in for a shock when her prisoner is a blast from her past who she once adored deep down to her very core.

Danger, adventure and passion are only a few things in store for this lady pirate and her princess as they both are overcome with lust for one another that can no longer be denied and contained.

Spicy Excerpt:

As Daisy turned the corner around the bend, Chelsey stood there, leaning against the barn door. Daisy ran up to her and gave her a loud smack on the mouth. Chelsey wrapped her hands around Daisy's neck and kissed her back in return. She moaned when Chelsey squeezed her breast and hid her face into the crook of her neck.

Daisy sighed as Chelsey slid an arm around her waist. Chelsey's other hand slipped inside Daisy's bodice and rubbed her fingers over a nipple.

"Hmm… princess, you smell like strawberries and cream." Daisy giggled and stepped back as Chelsey’s tongue lapped behind her ear.

Daisy took in deep breaths, trying to calm her fast-beating heart.

"I see you're not wearing your corset, either, like I had asked,” Chelsey said as Daisy took deep breaths. “And you better only have one petticoat under that frock of yours."

Daisy swallowed at her forceful tone. Whenever Chelsey gave her an order, her core grew slick and her nipples even harder. She looked down at her bosom and held back a gasp. Since she wasn't wearing a corset; her nipples poked out for anyone to see.

"Oh dear." Daisy placed her palm across her chest and looked over her shoulder.

Chelsey grabbed her by the arm. "Let's go in before you expire from embarrassment or frustration."

“Fr-frustration?” Daisy asked and groaned. Chelsey always seemed to enjoy teasing her.

"We'll take care of that in a few minutes." Chelsey winked and gave her arm a caress, then took her hand and pushed the barn door open.

Daisy scrunched up her nose at the smell of musty hay and rotting wood. She remembered the times she and Thomas had come to this barn to play hide and go seek as children. She looked up at part of the caved in roof and spotted a large amount of cobwebs covering the railings. Two birds' nests were sitting up high in the rafters, and she smiled as a few baby birds chirped, most likely hungry for nourishment from their mother.

"You don't think one of those momma birds will attack us?" Daisy pointed up at the ceiling as Chelsey led her deeper into the back of the barn and into a corner stall.

"You ask the silliest of things," Chelsey reprimanded Daisy softly, but gave her a smile and a wink.

Daisy ducked her head and kicked away some of the hay she had walked on. "I don't mean to," she whispered before turning her attention to the floor in front of her. "Why, this hay looks fresh."

Chelsey held out her arm for Daisy to precede her into the stall. "I mucked out this stall yesterday so we could be comfortable and not worry about any creatures bothering us."

"Cr-creatures?" Daisy swallowed, glancing around nervously. But she covered her mouth in delight as she walked in. Fresh hay covered the floor and in the middle of the small room lay a brown wool blanket and a bottle of wine. There was also a bouquet of white daisies lying off to the side.

"This is lovely, Chelsey!" Daisy set the basket down on the blanket and wrapped her arms around her lover. She gave Chelsey a kiss, this time pressing her tongue against Chelsey's lips, just as she had been taught.

Chelsey bit down on her bottom lip. "You're happy with my present?"

"Oh yes. It's wonderful. I hope you will like mine, too."

Chelsey lifted her head and pressed her forehead against Daisy's. "You have given me so much already. I don't need anything other than your body and your…"

"And my what?" Daisy asked in a hushed voice. Her stomach tightened as she waited for Chelsey to speak.

"And your books and those strawberry tarts you helped my mother make."

Daisy put her hands on her hips and frowned up at Chelsey. "How do you know I have strawberry tarts with me?"

Chelsey pulled her in close, placed her nose in between Daisy's breasts and inhaled. "I can smell them on you. It’s driving me mad. Also, the scent from the basket is strong. Remember: nothing gets past me, princess."

Daisy wrapped her arms around Chelsey's neck and played with the soft hair covering her nape. "I wish you would stop calling me princess. I am simply Daisy."

Chelsey lifted her face and looked deeply into Daisy's eyes. "Whatever you desire."

The warm feeling in Daisy's stomach drifted down to her clenching pussy, thanks to the heated stare Chelsey was giving her.

Chelsey licked her lips and made a show of sniffing around. "I smell something sweet and warm. Could it be dew?"

Daisy blushed and pushed Chelsey away as she leaned in to kiss her. "You are horrid!"

"Yes, I most certainly am and will not make any apologies." Chelsey tapped her chin with a finger and gave Daisy a haughty look. "I think you should be punished for not being able to control your urges." She began tickling Daisy under her arms and Daisy screamed, trying to grab Chelsey's hands.

"Stop it!" Daisy spluttered amid her laughter as she backed away, almost stumbling onto the blanket. Chelsey caught her and gave her another deep, wet kiss. She knelt down with Daisy in her arms.

Chelsey laid her mouth over Daisy's pulse, running her nose up and down her silky skin. "W-why do you love to kiss my neck so much?" Daisy tilted her head back and stopped a moan from escaping.

Chelsey nipped Daisy's chin. "I love how you taste and smell there. It's soft, much like the inside of your legs. Lie down and open them for me."

Daisy opened her mouth to argue, but Chelsey pressed a finger against her mouth and pushed her backward. Daisy rose up on her elbows once she met the ground, then fell down in a heap, causing her skirt to fly up over her face.

She clenched her fists when she felt Chelsey's lips on her knee.

"Ch-chelsey, what are you doing?" Daisy pulled down the hem of her dress until she saw a prone Chelsey lying between her legs.

"Do you remember what I did last night?" She waited to continue until Daisy nodded "I want to taste more of your honey."

"D-don't you want to eat a tart first?" Daisy loved the feel of Chelsey's mouth and tongue near her mound. But that first time had occurred in the dark and not during the day, when every part of her body was exposed.

Chelsey sat up and looked down at her. "I can feel you shaking. I thought you enjoyed what we did together?"

Daisy pushed down her skirt and sat up. She felt horrible.

"Oh Chelsey, forgive me. I love the way you touch me with your hands and your mouth. "She rubbed her fingers softly across Chelsey lips. "I'm not comfortable yet with being so open with you during the day. You must think I'm a goose!"

Chelsey cupped her cheek. "I forget that you and I are very different. Showing a lover your naked body is only natural."

Daisy leaned into Chelsey's hand. "I love hearing you call me your lover."

Chelsey closed her eyes and sighed. "I enjoy calling you that… because you are." She gave Daisy an eager kiss, and as Daisy responded, she pushed her back down until she was lying on top of her.

Daisy's dress was wrapped high around her hips and, as she and Chelsey shared hungry kisses, she pushed it down. Chelsey placed a hand on her knee, and when her lover’s hands squeezed her inner thigh, Daisy sighed into her mouth.

"May I touch you, Daisy? I'll make sure you are covered so only I will see."

Daisy nodded, licking Chelsey's lips. Chelsey gave her another kiss, and as she gazed into Daisy's eyes, she cupped her mound. Daisy hissed and her eyes grew wide.

"You're always so wet and ready for me, my Daisy." Chelsey slipped two of her fingers through the slit in Daisy's cream-colored drawers and wiggled around, watching Daisy's reaction.

Daisy wiped away the sweat forming on her upper lip. "I want to touch you as you are touching me."

"Touch me where, Daisy? Say it." Chelsey twisted her fingers and pushed them deeper into Daisy's core.

Daisy's hips tilted up. "Your p-pussy. Can I? Please?"

"After I make you find your pleasure, you can do whatever you want to me. But first, we need to fix this little problem of yours."

Daisy pressed the back of her hand over her mouth and opened her legs wider. She closed her eyes as Chelsey found the spot… which made even more honey gush from her pussy.

"Open your eyes and look at me while I fuck you with my hand."

Daisy flinched from the harsh word she had only ever heard Chelsey say. She opened her eyes and watched Chelsey's face as she grinded her hips in time with Chelsey's hand.

"There now… that's a good princess." Chelsey blew on Daisy's cheek. She turned her face to the side and latched onto Chelsey's mouth with her own. Chelsey rotated her hand in such a way that Daisy shuddered and came apart.

Daisy pressed her hands over her stomach, letting out a few pants against Chelsey's mouth, and then went still.

"That was incredible." She looked up at Chelsey in a daze and fanned her face. She was covered in sweat and suddenly felt the need to disrobe.

Chelsey sat up and pulled her fingers out of Daisy. She licked them with a wistful smile. Daisy lay there watching, licking her own lips.

"Tastes just like strawberries." Chelsey smoothed her damp fingers against Daisy's lips. The tip of her tongue came out and swiped one of Chelsey's fingers.

For Love of Mollie

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"This novella deals with the struggles of weight loss, and low self-esteem. I recommend it to all women, and those who enjoy contemporary romances and chick lit." -Love Passion Romance

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**Winner of Decadent Publishing's Novella Contest! For the Love of Mollie was the very first Relay For Life ‘Read For a Cure’ feature for August 2010**

Synopsis: Mollie McGree is on a mission to seduce her best friend, the sexy masseuse Juan-Carlos. But she wants to lose a few extra pounds first. She joins a gym run by self-made millionaire and personal trainer, Conner Bean. Conner thinks Mollie doesn't need to lose any weight, and is perfect just the way she is. He plans to seduce the curvy Mollie by giving her his own special training sessions in passion and desire.

Soon Mollie is enjoying a no-holds-barred love affair with the vibrant and skilled Conner. But self-esteem issues on her part, as well as her unresolved feelings for Juan-Carlos, cause her to second guess Conner's motives. Conner will stop at nothing until he claims Mollie's heart for his own.

Spicy Excerpt:

"Relax, Mollie. I'm going to make you come like you never have before."

"I'm so relaxed already," she moaned.

Conner curved a hand against his swollen member. Mollie's pussy curls were damp and a tear of her womanly fluid escaped and dripped on the table. He grunted and petted her springy hair. His oiled hands, combined with her damp scent, were an aphrodisiac.

He sniffed and almost rubbed his face against her moist folds, but checked himself. He wanted to feel her tender, pink lips milking his fingers. His hand dipped and massaged those fleshy protrusions, finding her swelling clit, teasing with slippery strokes.

Mollie moaned and swiveled her hips in rhythm with Conner. He pushed his free hand into his briefs and masturbated, stroking his enlarged staff, wishing Mollie was squeezing his heavy balls and fondling his hard cock.

Conner stood. He chuckled when Mollie's jaw dropped as she watched him finger-fucking her as he jerked off.

"Take your shorts off," she ordered.

Conner did what she wanted and she cried out when he stopped touching her pulsating, needy flesh. He dropped his shorts and stroked up and down his manhood, squeezing and playing with his balls. His stomach clenched and his abs shook, shining with sweat.

Mollie toyed with her breasts, pushing hard against the table.

Conner watched Mollie pleasuring herself for a few beats and then lifted her leg over his shoulder.

He sat back down and moaned in near ecstasy. His arm moved in quick jerks and his mouth traveled around her pubis bone, licking her in quick circles.

A whimper escaped from Mollie. "Please, Conner, fuck me with your mouth!"

A loud boom shook the building as the storm raged outside. The one in the room was just as powerful. Conner dipped and pressed his lips deep against her mound. His nose rooted around, smelling Mollie's tangy scent.

"Conner!" she yelled and came all over his face.