Dog Days of Summer Reading Giveaway

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August is commonly called the dog days of summer and N. N. Light must have heat stroke because they’ve got a sizzling giveaway! You can win free books plus an Amazon gift card generously donated by some of my favorite authors. The genres range from young adult to romance to mystery to romantic poetry.  If you’re a booklover like me, you crave books like a dog craves a nice walk on the beach. Enter below and good luck!

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August 2018 Giveaway Prizes

 

print copy of Prophesy: Book One of the Dragonfly Chronicles plus fun Highlander swag by Heather McCollum (US only)

e-copy of A Balancing Act by Ilona Fridl

autographed print copy of Tainted Luck by Cynthia Austin + $5 Amazon gift card

e-copy of Hearts Akilter by Catherine E. McLean

2 e-copies of Poetry of Love: The Engagement Year by N. N. Light

e-copy of Dreamtime Sensuality I and II by David Russell

e-copy of Debriefing the Dead (Book 1 of The Dead Series) by Kerry Blaisdell

2 e-copies of N. N. Light’s Book of Daily Inspiration by N. N. Light

e-copy of Don’t Blame Me by Kay Blake

e-copy of Tied Up With Strings by Madeline McEwan

e-copy of Arresting Mason by Amber Daulton

e-copy of The Queen of Paradise Valley by Cat Dubie

e-copy of Ghost Girl by Catherine Mesick

e-copy of You Dear Sweet Man by Thomas Neviaser

e-copy of Once Broken by D. M. Hamblin

e-copy of A Debt to the Devil by D. M. Hamblin

e-copy of The Kitchen Imps by A. L. Butcher (Smashwords voucher)

e-copy of The Colony and The Last City by RM Gilmour

5 e-copies of Tales of the Faie: The Beginning of Days by Diana L. Wicker

5 e-copies of Fire on the Mountain by Clabe Polk

5 e-copies of Dog Gone by Diane Moat

 

 

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The Opposite of Hew By Lisa W. Tetting Release Day Blitz

 

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The Opposite of Hew
A BWWM Novella by Lisa W. Tetting
Kay McQueen is different from the women in her family. She lives her life for her, not
for a man. Though she enjoys an occasional romp with a sexy man, she is not looking
for Mr. Right. Her goals in life are to build her home health care business, and to travel
the world. Well, at least she has her business life together. The travel thing, not so
much. That is until her favorite aunt passes away, leaving a journal with her final
wishes.
As far as Kay knows, Aunt Gigi is the ultimate single girl, the life of the party, even
pushing eighty years old. What she finds in Gigi’s journal causes her to rethink her
position on love and marriage. She embarks on a dual purpose journey; to scatter Gigi’s
ashes and to discover love. Along the way, she encounters a man named Heath who is
tall, sexy, and has magical hands. His kisses set her body on fire, but when she finds
out his true identity, she wants to set him on fire, literally.
Find out how Kay handles the situation and see exactly who Heath is and what it
means to Kay’s family. When these two worlds collide, the outcome is explosive.
Heath’s lies and deception finally catch up with him, as Kay finds that what she was
looking for, she already had. Discover why Happily Ever After isn’t always what it
seems.

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Read an excerpt here:
I allowed my alarm to blare into the room for three minutes before I begrudgingly
unearthed myself from the mountain of covers on my California King. My bed is super
comfy, but that’s not the reason I didn’t want to leave it. This was the most dreaded day
of the year! This was the day when ALL of my family members got together, for the sole
purpose of finding me a man. The McQueen family reunion!
You may think I was overreacting, but I swear, ever since I turned forty they have
been coming out of the woodwork. Aunties, uncles, cousins, play cousins, brothers that
I don’t have and sisters that I wish I didn’t all congregated under the guise of family, just
to torture me. If I had to hear ‘Kay, when are you gonna find you a man and have some
babies?’ one more time, I think I might join a convent. That would shut them up. On
second thought, the nuns would probably be giving me the side eye too.
I finally made it onto my feet in a standing position and stumbled into the bathroom
to take care of my business. Before the water could even heat in the shower my big
sister, Tessa, was blowing up my phone. Mind you, I had a gas water heater, so the

water was always hot. I should let her old melon head go to voicemail, but she will keep
calling until I answer.
“Good morning Tess. What’s good?”
“What’s good? What young boy did you learn that from? You sound like your
nephew when he’s talking to his friends.”
“Did you call to give me lessons on millennial phrases and culture, or was there a
purpose to this call?”
I rolled my eyes and removed my toothbrush from its holder, spreading toothpaste
on the bristles. I may as well brush while she ranted. There would be no way for me to
get a word in edgewise. Putting the call on speaker, I placed my phone on the counter
so I could groom properly without being rude.
“Eww, who pissed in your cornflakes this morning? Anywho, I just wanted to make
sure you were up. You can’t be late for the festivities this year. Auntie Gigi has been
asking for you since everyone arrived last night. You should have seen that woman
trying to twerk. I swear, Kay, if you don’t get your act together, you will turn out just like
her. Old, sad and alone, trying to shake your behind with the young folk.”
Tessa never did get along with Auntie Gigi, but she was my favorite aunt. Somehow,
Tessa thought comparing me to her would be an insult, but I would love to live the kind
of life Gigi had. Pushing eighty years old and could twerk? Are you kidding me?
#lifegoals
My older sister made a habit of asking me when I was going to settle down and get
married. That was her way of showing me that she cared, but her inquiries annoyed me.
As a forty something strong African American woman I did not need a man to validate
my life! Though, if I was being honest, I definitely want one sometimes.

Available on Amazon , FREE with Kindle Unlimited.
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It’s a Princess Kind of Thing

Saturday, April 14, 2018 was one of the best times I had in a long time. I say this because after 4 months of paying for things, cooking, sending invites and a whole list of others, my youngest cub finally had her special day. It was a day fit for a princess.

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Now, let’s talk about princesses. There are so many cool ones. We have Tiana, out first black princess. Smart, sassy and a vast knowledge of how to make our stomachs happy. We have Mulan who saved her father and a country. Moana who had to stand on her own two feet and followed her heart. Jasmine, a spitfire woman who was loyal to an end. And one of my favorites Belle.

Belle is my ultimate favorite. Why? Because she too is super smart. She too is a bookworm and appreciate what a good story can do. As a writer, books is one of the tools we use to write. Books allowed us to transport anywhere we wanted to and so Belle speaks to me. The library she got from Prince Adam aka The Beast was one to die for. That is a goal of mine to have before I die. But, before I get carried away, she was perceptive of people and valued the importance of women being their own person. I loved that. While, I do appreciate Tiana and Jasmine for having the stubborn, sassy and spitfire qualities, there is something to be said about the girl who has her head in the book.

That is the reason I chose Belle as the princess me and my cub would be for her big day. Though she changed her mind many times, Belle won her over. And to see all the other little girls dressed up as princesses and having crowns, it made me think of how those princesses will grow up to be Queens. Queens that will have their own values and will wreck the good kid of havoc on the world. And while it was only just a kid’s party, I liked how determined my cub was in making sure her friends had a good time and that she had things that fit her personality.

So tell me, what princess are you?

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Until Next Time,

Kay 

xoxo

Tempting Him (An Obsessed Novella) By: Jeanne St. James (Love Me Hard Boxed Set)

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Tempting Him (An Obsessed Novella)

By Jeanne St. James

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, BDSM 

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 Blurb:

It’s not just a love story, it’s an obsession…

Skylar:            

Every time my neighbor jogs past my house, I do my best to tempt him. Washing my car, watering my lawn, doing yoga in the grass with my all my assets in the air. I’m not sure if he notices me, but I sure can’t miss him.

Then one day he falls… into my arms and into my bed. Surprisingly, we’re better matched than I would’ve expected. But when he reveals who he is, my world comes crashing down around me because if he finds out my secret we’re finished before we’ve even begun.

Cade:

Three days a week, I put myself through hell by jogging through my neighborhood. I suffer through it simply to catch a glimpse of a woman I don’t know. Every time I pass her house she’s outside tempting me. Until one day I fall… over my feet, over my heart, over this woman and into her arms.

I know nothing about her, but I want to discover everything. Even her deepest, darkest secrets. However, little does she know, I have one, too. One that may sever the tie that binds us.

Excerpt:

 Chapter One: Skylar:

I watch as sweat drips one bead at a time onto my over-priced yoga mat. The sun is so freaking hot and here I am, like an idiot out in my yard, bent over in the downward facing dog pose for the past million years. Okay, not years… maybe more like a million seconds. But my body has decided it hates me (nothing new) and is cramping while my head spins. Even better, my over-priced yoga pants have clawed their way up my crack (as well as one other place). And still…

No neighbor.

What the hell?

Despite my eyeballs’ attempt at bulging out of their sockets, I peek at my sports watch. He should’ve been by here two-point-five minutes ago.

Shit.

The man is usually like clockwork, jogging by my house on Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoons every week. For the most part, anyway. Though, thunderstorms seem to discourage him from his cardio. (Not sure why.)

On those days, I would be willing to recommend another type of cardio to get his heart pumping. And maybe get his hips pumping, too.

Anyway… look at me! Doing yoga on my front lawn, on the uneven grass, waiting like a desperate woman. (I’m not, really, I promise! It just looks that way.)

But, damn, the man is fine and when he jogs past shirtless, he’s shiny with sweat, which makes me want to drag him inside and give him a sponge bath with my tongue.

My thighs start shaking as I peek between my spread legs, because, of course, my ass has to be facing the street. I want him to get a good look at what I’m offering.

I may even wiggle it a little when he jogs by.

That is if I don’t pass out into a heap first.

I sigh.

Then sigh again a little louder just for good measure.

Maybe it would be easier if I just took up jogging. Wear one of those sexy sports bras, put my hair up in a cute little pony tail, plaster a smile on my face and follow him around the block at a perky pace.

I’ll die first.

****

Cade:

Why I ever started this shit, I’ll never know. No, I lie. I know. I thought, “Cade, dude, wouldn’t it be great to up your cardio game and start running?”

I answered myself with, “Yeah, man, that would be great and fun, too!” And then maybe I won’t get so winded when I play basketball with the guys. I’ll have more endurance, I’ll look and feel younger, and…

Fuck that.

Running sucks. And I don’t even think what I do can be considered as running. No, it’s more of a jog. Or a lope. Or trotting like a donkey with a lame hoof.

Inhell. Exhell.

My chest burns, my leg muscles spasm, my balls feel like they’re floating in a puddle of sweat, and the crack of my ass…

I’m not even going there. (Trust me, you don’t want to, either.)

So, why don’t I just stop the torture? (Good question!)

I’ve asked myself that for the past month.

And the answer has always been…

Her.

I sacrifice three days a week just to see a woman I don’t know.

Not sure why, but she always seems to be outside at the same time of the day. For that reason, I make sure that’s when I go running (jogging, trotting, limping) by.

Am I crazy to torture myself because I find someone attractive and I’d like to get her attention?

Eh. Maybe.

Why don’t I just knock on her door and ask her out? (Another good question.)

Maybe I want to impress her with my physique and athletic prowess.

But honestly, something has to give and it has to be soon. Because this running shit sucks balls and I’d rather stick razor blades under my fingernails.

At least my slow trot is the right speed to observe her without being creepy. Walking would be too slow and obvious. Driving too quick and useless, not to mention dangerous when she’s clearly a distraction.

And, of course, my pace always allows me enough time to enjoy the show she gives me.

On Wednesday, she was out washing her car, her top soaked, her nipples pushing through the thin fabric of her shirt, and when she bent over to scrub the hood of said car, my boner just about popped out of my shorts. You know, those little nylon running shorts. The ones with the mesh liner, clearly not made for sexual arousal.

But I digress.

The week before, she was out watering her lawn. And, once again, her top was wetter than her grass.

Here’s the thing, the entire neighborhood has built-in sprinklers.

Maybe hers are broken.

It’s possible.

I grunt as I turn the corner and try to push myself a little faster since I’m off my game today. I’m later than normal, and I want my running to look as effortless as possible. It needs to look as though I’ve got my shit together and I’m not secretly suffering.

My eyes swing to the left as I jog. She’s the fourth house up. The brick ranch home with the two-car garage.

Two houses to go yet.

One house.

My eyes widen as I see her ass in tight black yoga pants in the air. My step stutters but I can’t stop my momentum.

My mouth becomes an O, partly because I’m falling over my own two feet, the other because she’s dropped to her knees and is now arching backwards grabbing onto her heels, her generous tits straining against her top.

Last thing I see is her blinking upside down at me as her head hangs down her back.

Suddenly, I’m staring at nothing but pavement (and my loss of manhood). The little bit of oxygen I had sucked into my lungs is now gone.

Then, what seems like seconds later, bare, cute, red painted toes come into view.

I want to just die.

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About the Author:

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JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling erotic romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing. Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

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True, Deep and Forever: Part 2 By Whitley Cox Release Blitz

 

 

It’s finally here!
The long awaited part 2 of True, Deep and Forever
 
The story many readers are saying is a refreshing take on romance and love. It’s real, it’s raw, it’s relatable. It’s life!
 
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Blurb:
 
Two hearts… one marriage… an unbreakable bond?
 
They say that in marriage there’s a seven-year itch. Where the passion fizzles, the arguments take over, and the kids are all-consuming. Amy and Garret Banks are seven years into a love so raw, so real, so incredible that when things start to go south, they’re both left feeling as though they’re treading water with weights on. That they’ll never find their way back to the surface and be able to rekindle the passion they once had for each other.

 

 
Secrets and lies, exes and bitter rejection plow through this once-perfect union, wreaking havoc on the couple’s fragile happiness and leaving them vulnerable to a threat that will put their whole family in danger.

 

 

 

Can Amy and Garret find their way back to each other, restore their trust and reignite the fire before the flame goes out and they’re both left singed, scarred and all alone?




Excerpt

“Uh, uh, uh, I haven’t said you could come yet.” He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up ever so slightly. It was a tough position to maneuver me in, so he was gentle and cautious with his movements. Throwing my back out at a time like this would be a total mood killer. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding my shoulders and angling me over his raging hard-on. “Suck it.”
My mouth salivated at the idea of being so full, every possible hole occupied. I nearly lunged forward to take him into my mouth, but he had all the control as my hands were bound. He set his own pace, gently easing his cock into my mouth and to the back of my throat so as not to gag me and cause me to throw up. He fucked my mouth hard and fast once he was sure I’d suppressed my gag reflex, slamming my face into his pelvis. His crown knocked my tonsils with every thrust; I tried desperately to twist and twirl my tongue, suck and blow and hum, determined to please him and bring him as much pleasure as I possibly could.
Tears streamed down my face and I was desperate to swallow all the spit in my mouth by the time he pulled me up. A sweet caress of his hand wiped away my tears, and he brought a cup of water to my lips. I drank it greedily, not caring that most of it ended up running down my chest. And then he placed me back on the bed, on my front, my feet still firmly on the floor and my hands still bound. The soft duvet tickled my cheek, and I closed my eyes for a brief second, welcoming the respite, but also wound up and needy for release.

 

Neither of us had come yet, and the need for an orgasm buzzed around the room like the din of an old TV. He stood behind me and slowly pulled out the butt plug, running his fingers up the cleft of my butt cheeks, one rogue digit probing ever so slightly and sending a jolt of longing straight through my entire body. I’m pretty sure I felt it at the tips of my hair. I pushed into his hand, desperate for more, and he gave it to me, slipping in another finger as his other hand pulled and twisted on the vibrator. I was ready to combust on the spot.

 






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A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, these books have everything we need to satisfy the curious kink in all of us.

 

Down & Dirty: Hawk Dirty Angels MC, Book 3 By: Jeanne St. James

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Down & Dirty: Hawk

Dirty Angels MC, Book 3

 

By Jeanne St. James

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Blurb:

Welcome to Shadow Valley where the Dirty Angels MC rules. Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this is Hawk’s story…

When strong statements must be made, Hawk, as the MC’s VP, must be the one to make them. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t consequences, like him landing in jail. Though the club keeps an attorney on retainer, the one who shows up isn’t quite who he’s expecting. Not even close.

Feisty, classy, and curvy, this attorney pushes his buttons in all the right ways. And Hawk can’t ignore a challenge. However, she’s so out of his league, he can’t hope for anything more than a few chances to scratch all her itches.

When Kiki’s boss hands over the club’s account, she doesn’t know what to expect and her meeting with the overbearing, bad boy biker goes anything but smoothly. Like Hawk, Kiki loves a challenge, too. But getting involved in the club and its VP may not be what she bargained for. Especially when it comes to several run-ins with a rival MC, including one which may very well affect the rest of her life.

Kiki needs to decide if becoming involved with Hawk is worth not only the judgment from her peers but, even worse, the violent mayhem the club becomes entangled in.

Trigger warning: This story includes a violent situation that includes kidnapping, physical and sexual assault. Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, biker slang, cursing, some violence and, of course, an HEA. If you like alpha males who take charge, this book is for you.

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Excerpt:

Kiki sat behind the table about to not only face an unhappy judge but she was being seared by the heat of the large biker sitting next to her, who just stared at her.

Well, she did tell him not to stare at the judge. So, it was all her fault.

She really should rethink her career. She should switch to real estate law like her ex. Elder law, family law. Something, anything other than defending a badass biker and his “brothers.”

She bit back a groan. If she knew this was where she would end up, she certainly wouldn’t have joined Pannebaker’s firm. Even though it was one of the best criminal defense firms in the area.

She should be wondering how a motorcycle club consisting of a bunch of derelicts could afford Pannebaker’s hourly rate. Though, they had no problem paying for the damage done to that pub in South Side. The club’s treasurer, Ace, simply scribbled out a check for six figures.  He didn’t even tell the owners to hold it before cashing. No. He said it was good and could be deposited right away.

Imagine that. But all that money could come from illegal activities. Though, Pannebaker assured her she wouldn’t be representing an outlaw club, that they were on the up and up.

Kiki let out a snort. Right.

“You okay?” came the deep voice next to her.

She refused to turn her head toward him when he was this close. His heavy denim-clad thigh brushed against her stockings. No suit for this guy’s courtroom appearance. No. He insisted on wearing his whole biker get-up sans the vest with filthy patches she insisted he not wear.

She cleared her throat. “Perfect. Remember to keep your mouth shut and at least appear sorry for your actions,” she whispered.

“Not sorry.”

She ground her molars and then unlocked her jaw. “Act like it.”

Fingers brushed along her knee and then the skin at the edge of her skirt. She sucked in a sharp breath.

“Get outta here today an’ then we’ll have our appointment later.”

Oh good lord. He actually took her serious when she made that so-called appointment. She had to clear that misconception up and do it quickly.

“I was only kidding about the appointment,” she whispered fiercely. She gritted her teeth against the shiver that wanted to run through her as his fingers climbed her thigh.

She should be very afraid of this man and not for the obvious reasons.

“I wasn’t,” he said way too softly.

Apparently.

Before she could smack his hand away, the District Justice entered the room and they all stood, including the hunk of tattooed muscle next to her, who was suddenly stuck to her side. Like Gorilla glue.

Kiki swallowed hard and her nipples pebbled under her blouse. Great. That wouldn’t be too obvious.

“Ms. Clark,” Judge Powers greeted her.

She shifted an inch to the right to give herself some breathing room. “Your Honor.”

He sat and so did everyone else. Well, everyone except for Hawk.

“Sit down,” she demanded under her breath, tugging at his faded Myrtle Beach Biker Week T-shirt.

With a smile, he sat, his body visibly shaking in silent laughter.

“So, what do we have here, Ms. Clark? A,” the judge glanced down at his papers, “member of a motorcycle gang who decided to come into my district and make a mess.”

“Club, Your Honor.”

Judge Powers looked up. “What was that, Ms. Clark?”

“It’s a club, Your Honor, not a gang. They’re not engaged in any illegal activities.” Holy crap, she hoped that was true.

 “A club,” he repeated like he was taste-testing the word. “You mean a club like the Boy Scouts?”

“Very similar, sir.”

The judge let out a bark of a laugh then his eyes swung to her client, then back to Hawk’s father, Ace, and his brother, Diesel, who sat in the seats directly behind them.

“What badge do they get for beating up a member of another club?”

“Your Honor, Mr. Dougherty has seen the error of—”

Powers raised his hand, palm out toward her. “Save it, Ms. Clark. I wasn’t born yesterday.”

“But—”

Powers interrupted her again. “Here’s the deal, Ms. Clark. You want to defend such upstanding gentleman? That’s fine. But maybe you should be responsible for them. Or at least,” he wagged a finger at Hawk, “this one.”

Oh shit. “Your Honor…”

“No, Ms. Clark. You can be his babysitter for the next three months.”

Oh shit. “Your Honor, please!”

“Want me to make it six?”

Oh shit. Kiki sucked in a breath. “No, Your Honor.”

And not just no. Hell no! She did not want to get stuck being responsible for a damn biker. Pannebaker couldn’t pay her enough.

For crissakes, she’d quit.

Walk right out.

About the Author:

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JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling erotic romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing. Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

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True, Deep and Forever: Part 1 By: Whitley Cox Release Blitz

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True, Deep and Forever: Part 1

Author: Whitley Cox

Title: True, Deep and Forever: Part 1

Genre: Erotic romance

Release Day: December 29, 2017

Pre-order and Release price: $2.99

 

Blurb:

One marriage … a second chance at love Eight years ago their love was instantaneous, all-consuming and intense. Garret Banks had to have Amy Shaw the moment he met her, and no one thought the flame would ever go out. Now, they have everything they’ve ever wanted: great careers, a beautiful baby, and a rock-solid marriage. Or do they? Garret’s high-stress architectural job is taking its toll. Amy’s predicaments would be hilarious if they didn’t make her want to cry. And to make matters worse, her ex is back in the picture, demanding answers about the wild passion she left behind — answers she isn’t willing to give.  Garret and Amy grab quick, dirty sex while they can, but in between mommy wars, annoying in-laws, sleep deprivation and fears of betrayal, their marriage is put to the test time and time again. Once they were sure love conquers all, but how far can one marriage bend before it snaps?

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#NSFW Excerpt

Back up on all fours I was hauled, and this time instead of the willow branch, he reached for something small with a chain off the nightstand.

Ooh, the nipple clamps—yes!

He brought each of my nipples into his mouth, sucked and laved until they were hard points, before fastening the rubber-tipped clamps. A dull pain swept through my breasts, making its way down the rest of my body, landing and growing warm and wonderful between my legs.

Seconds later he was back inside, thrusting hard, riding me. His hands gripped my hips, and his fingers roughly kneaded my already hypersensitive skin.

“Your ass is so fucking sexy with all these marks. I want to bite it.”

Before I could say anything, before I could beg him to bite my ass and make me burn, he pulled out and ducked his head. I thought for sure he was going to take a chunk out of me, and I braced myself for it. I loved a good vampire bite; nothing wrong with teeth.

Only he didn’t bite. Instead he snaked his tongue between my legs and up through my slick folds. I pressed back into him and spread my thighs wide, the orgasm building again and this time unwilling to go unanswered. Swirling his tongue around my clit until I was a mewling mess, he beckoned my release. He plunged two fingers inside and pumped, coaxed, twiddled, scissored just right. I was panting and frantic and so damn needy, at that moment I would have done anything to come. And of course that’s when he bit me. And it wasn’t just a sweet little nip on the back of my thigh, either. No. My husband went in like a fucking lion, chomping down hard and pulling the chain between the nipple clamps as well, until he earned the scream from my lips he craved.

I heard the tear of a condom wrapper, and seconds later he was back inside me. This time the mission was clear. We were done playing games. Wrapping one arm around my waist, he dipped his hand between my legs and began drawing luscious circles around my hard and swollen clit, his fingers gliding with ease up through my cleft.

“You’re going to come hard for me, aren’t you, my sexy little masochist?”

“Yes,” I panted. My whole body buzzed with the desire to come, the need so all-consuming, at that point I might have chosen an orgasm over breathing.

“Then come for me.” He pinched my clit; I let go. My mouth opened, but nothing besides warm air came out, followed by a weird squeak. Bright and colorful lights flashed behind my closed lids, and my pulse thundered in my ears. I heard Garret break behind me, then stiffen as he found his release.

Moments later, he nipped my ear. “Best fucking head, best fucking wife, best fucking fuck of my life.”

I didn’t bother opening my eyes, but I smiled. The compliments didn’t get much better than that. My entire body was slipping into atrophy, and my ass stung like a bitch. “Same here, baby. Same here.”

 

 

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