Spotlight Isabella Pearl


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Isabella LaPearl

Born and raised in New Zealand and living in America, Isabella LaPearl is a pseudonym for a disgustingly happy housewife and Mother of three. A word painter and artist, I wrestle daily with the ‘little people’ that live inside my head, demanding to be spread on the pages of the tales that I weave. Then…and only then, is there peace.

Connect with Isabella:
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Scandalous

(The Quickening Series, Book 1):

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Rose Tralee O’Neills’ ancient bloodline can be traced all the way back to 360AD. With six brothers, the family name is destined to continue well into the new millennium. But there’s a secret; a boon well-guarded through the centuries that can only be passed on through a paternal line. One that will shatter the bonds of reality as it awakens inside Rose.

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Spotlight Isabella Pearl


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Isabella LaPearl

Born and raised in New Zealand and living in America, Isabella LaPearl is a pseudonym for a disgustingly happy housewife and Mother of three. A word painter and artist, I wrestle daily with the ‘little people’ that live inside my head, demanding to be spread on the pages of the tales that I weave. Then…and only then, is there peace.

Connect with Isabella:
Website
Blog
Facebook Fanpage
Amazon Author Page
Goodreads
Twitter
YouTube

Scandalous

(The Quickening Series, Book 1):

a beautiful vintage mirror in a dark room

Rose Tralee O’Neills’ ancient bloodline can be traced all the way back to 360AD. With six brothers, the family name is destined to continue well into the new millennium. But there’s a secret; a boon well-guarded through the centuries that can only be passed on through a paternal line. One that will shatter the bonds of reality as it awakens inside Rose.

                           ConneXions:

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Bound by hunger and torn by circumstance she is catapulted into the pitch black until the hands of fate intervene. Unyielding and determined, the deep touch of a mysterious stranger uncovers a soul shattering ‘ConneXion’ that knows no bounds. An intimate battle of destiny ensues, threatening to consume all that they have ever known.   Momentum (The Quickening Series, Book 2):  Coming this summer!!

 

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From The Diva And The Dom by Isabella LaPearl  

The Diva and The Dom by Isabella LaPearl

 

Christina wanted to walk out. 

Wanted to rail at Haden and tell the self riotous prick exactly what she thought of the swinging games he liked to play. Then Jack, the other guy in the group tonight, whose wife was currently perched over Haden’s face, ran a confident finger or two along her shoulder and quietly breathed in her ear, “So have you ever been tied up?”

And just like that, something had slid into place in her mind. 

She’d shivered like a pup. Felt the tremor run through her nerve endings in a delicious roll from one end of her to the other, and suddenly she was instantly wet.  Not damp either, but drenched at the sudden thought of being tied up and…more by this man. A scarlet flush rose up from her chest and colored her neck and cheeks as she felt his chuckle hot against her skin.

“I think you like that idea, shall we?”

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From Momentum:

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Most never got to see with their own two eyes that which changed them fundamentally for the rest of their lives. Tiarnán did. And the love, the loss, the excruciating ecstasy and the cold bitter sorrow of it all, nearly drove him mad. 

He knew. Didn’t have to guess what lay beyond the veil. For him, it never existed.

He knew in a way that most people couldn’t even begin to comprehend, that it was the seemingly smallest acts of inconsequence, that often brought about the biggest tumbles.  Setting off a chain reaction like dominoes falling, that once set in motion could not be stopped. 

Until only the echo endlessly reverberating in the shocked silence of the aftermath remained.  

Tiarnán fell to his knees in the long grass and threw back his head as a howl of helpless fury rose from deep in his gut, to spill forth from lips pulled back in a grimace of agony. 

 

hornydevilbanner Isabella LaPearl Born and raised in New Zealand and living in America, Isabella LaPearl is a pseudonym for a disgustingly happy housewife and Mother of three. A word painter and artist, I wrestle daily with the ‘little people’ that live inside my head, demanding to be spread on the pages of the tales that I weave. Then…and only then, is there peace. Connect with Isabella: Website Blog Facebook Fanpage Amazon Author Page Goodreads Twitter YouTube

Spotlight on Indigo Sin


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When I got asked to do these spotlights for Horny Devil Publishing I was happy that one of the authors was Indigo Sin. She has become a favorite over the past few months. I advise keeping an extra pair of panties lying around when reading you just might need them. 😉

When traveling to her sister’s wedding Hadley is not happy about finding she has to ride the entire distance with the grooms’ brother Colton who is also the best man.

When the bus gets stuck in the middle of a blizzard Colton out of the goodness of his heart offers Hadley a way to keep warm. Things go from frigid to blazing hot within seconds.

Colton and Hadley spark enough heat to melt the North Pole as well as singe the circuits of my laptop. What I also loved is the humor between the characters too. I found myself chuckling in between wanting to take a cold shower and drink something cold.

This is the first of a three part series and will have the reader wanting to email the editor of Horny Devil Publishing to publish parts two and three sooner rather than later.

HINDRED by Indigo Sin is smoking hot. Speaking as someone who has ridden the bus a time or two I will never look at the back of the bus in the same way again.

HINDERED EXCERPT:
Without opening his eyes, he smirked. “If you want to get warm, you can join me under my blanket, sweetheart.”
“I’m good.” She answered without hesitation.
He chuckled at the predicted answer. “Suit yourself. Plenty of room over here if you change your mind.”
He held back a grin as he heard her mumbling to herself, before feeling her slide into the seat next to him. She wasn’t going to go down easy, but she was definitely giving in.
“Fine, but keep your hands to yourself.” She warned.
He let her lift the blanket and curl up, knowing she was berating herself for giving in, but she would get over it eventually. The second her soft little body snuggled up to him, his body reacted as it always did. His cock went rock hard and his heart beat a little faster as she sighed softly at the warmth. The sweet scent of her shampoo assailed his senses, making him want to bury his face in her hair and inhale her deeply.
“Better?” The question came out deep and raspy. Geez, was that his voice? What the hell?
He felt her nod against his shoulder. “Yeah. Thanks.”
She was shivering slightly in spite of the heavy coat she wore, and he could feel her wringing her hands, still trying to warm them. Taking a chance, he lifted his arm up and around her, tucking her in close to his side. She didn’t protest, snuggling right into him. Thank God for that. He didn’t want her to be cold, and if he scared her away, she was going to freeze across the aisle.
“Your hands cold?” he asked, fighting the urge to pull her into his lap.
She hesitated before answering. “Yeah, but it’s alright. They’ll warm up.”
“You can put them under my shirt if you want… to warm them I mean.” He knew it was a risky maneuver to ask, but he wanted her to be comfortable.
She responded with an un-ladylike snort. “Nice try, ass.”
Colton couldn’t help but laugh. God she was cute when she was all pissy. “Alright. Just thought I’d offer, I’m warm.” Shit, at this point he was overheating with her pressed up against him, and it had little to do with body heat. Even through her coat, he could feel her soft curves. He couldn’t resist letting his hand stroke her hip…testing the waters. She still didn’t run screaming, so this was good.
He tensed up slightly as she shifted next to him, and then hissed in a breath as her icy cold little hands slipped up under his shirt onto his abs.

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Broken Review

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It has been four months since the wedding that brought Hadley and Colton together. Hadley was starting to wonder if Colton was going to put a ring on it but everytime she mentions the M word he changes the subject.
Colton loves Hadley but has a secret, He’s married.

The only thing I hated about this series is waiting for the next installment REDEEMED. Colton and Hadley can barely keep their hands off of each other and the love scenes will set off smoke detectors but when Hadley discovers Colton’s secret get out the tissue box. I cannot wait for the next part of this series to see how Colton digs himself out of the mess he is in.
Indigo Sin seriously needs to write longer. Her books are never long enough in my opinion and once you read her you will agree with me.
Go to AMAZON and purchase your copy of BROKEN today!!

 

BROKEN EXCERPT:

“I found her.”

Colton sat up stock-straight in his chair, clenching the phone in his hand, unable to believe what he was hearing.  “Cara?  You found her?  Where is she?”

Christian, the investigator, sighed.  “You’re not going to like what I have to tell you.”

Colton froze, dread flowing through his veins like ice water.  “What is it?  Dammit, Christian, tell me what the hell is going on.”

“She refused to sign the divorce papers.  Said she wanted to talk to you face to face about it.  She’s headed to Duchesne, man.  I’m sorry.”  He sounded sincerely apologetic as he dropped the news on Colton’s head like a boulder.

“She knows where I live?” he asked, his voice slightly strained.  Swallowing hard, panic twisted into a tight ball in his gut waiting for Christian’s answer.

“Your address is right on the court papers, Colton.  There was really no hiding it.”

He closed his eyes, sucking in a deep breath.  “When…how long do I have before she gets here?  Fuck, man, I can’t let Hadley find out about this.”  Letting his head fall back, he stared up at the ceiling, dragging a hand down his face.

Christian blew out a breath, hesitating for a moment.  “She’s on her way now; she wasn’t too far from town when I talked to her.  I tried to call you, but your cell was off, and you weren’t at the office yet.”

He pulled his cell out of his pocket, hitting the button to wake it up.  Shit, he’d turned it off the night before when he and Hadley had gotten back to his place to prevent any distractions.  He’d forgotten to turn it back on.  Way to go moron.

Colton leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight as he rubbed the back of his neck.  “Fuck!  This is bad.  I need to get home before Hadley does.”

“I’m really sorry, Colton,” Christian said apologetically.  “I wish I could have gotten to you sooner.”

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REDEEMED EXCERPT:

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Redhead purred as her hand wandered again, but this time he caught her wrist, shaking his head.  “Not interested, Doll.  Go find someone else to molest,” he drawled, hoping it was the last time he’d have to tell her.

That earned him a shitty look and an un-ladylike snort, but she slid from the stool, and stomped away.  Thank God for small miracles.

As he swirled the liquid in the glass, ice clinking against the sides, the door opened to admit a new patron, but he was beyond caring.  The more he drank, the better he felt, and after a while he had forgotten what he was there to forget anyway, so his plan was working out swimmingly.  Knocking back the rest of his drink, Brad, the bartender, gave him that look that said he’d had enough.  Fuck that.

“Need a refill, Brad,” Colton demanded, belching as he pushed the glass toward the man.

Brad sighed, but put the bottle to the glass anyway.  “Last one, Colt, and then I’m calling you a ride.”

Colton gave him an un-amused look, waving his hand through the air.  “What the fuck ever, MOM.”

Brad narrowed his eyes as he finished pouring and set the bottle back on the bar, before crossing his arms like he had something to say.  Oh great, here it comes…the speech.  He had known Brad since they were boys.  They grew up on the same street, chased the same girls, and raised more than a little hell together.  The look on Brad’s face said that he knew exactly what the issue was, but Colton was in no mood to discuss it.

Colton put his hand out as Brad opened his mouth to speak.  “Don’t go there, Brad.  I don’t want to discuss it.”  His speech slurred the slightest bit at the end and he cleared his throat in an attempt to cover it.  Fuck, discuss was hard to say after half a bottle of Jack, that was for sure.  Brad flipped him the bird as he made his way back across the bar to do…whatever shit it was that bartenders did, and Colton’s head found its way back into his hands.

Colton swung his gaze over the room once more, trying to stay on his stool when the room spun slightly.  Mister loner in the corner had a woman with him now.  They looked to be having a good conversation.  Whatever, good luck, buddy.  Rubbing at his eyes with both hands, he stopped dead still when a soft feminine laugh drifted across the bar.  He knew that laugh.

 

Edward Tailor Spotlight


Review: The Pit: Cameron Part one The Pit: Cameron Part two Edward Tailor BDSM

thepitcameronpic Cameron is part owner of The Pit an exclusive BDSM club. He has just about given up on finding a submissive who will meet his needs. When he walks in on Tilly rifling through his desk he has an inkling that this could be the one. Having no idea what she stTHEPIT2umbled into but Natalie better known as Tilly meets Cameron first thought was that he was sex on a stick. But then she is thrust into a world she never really thought existed. I am so thankful that I got these two books together. Cameron and Tilly are explosive and readers will find themselves in the world of BDSM. I highly recommend buying both THE PIT:CAMERON PART ONE and THE PIT: CAMERON PART TWO together. Once you finish the first you will definitely want to dive into the second. Cameron is a classic Dom and Tilly is an unknowing submissive and when he introduces her to his world readers along with Tilly will keep wanting more. I loved these two and really sincerely hope there is a Part Three. Reading new to me authors is one of the best things about doing reviews and Edward Tailor has moved onto the must buy list. He

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Cameron Part One

  “This is a private club little one,” he started to explain carefully. He didn’t want to lie to her. Ultimately as always, relationships, even if they were boss and employee, should be based on trust. “My club,” he started again, “is a highly sought after club, with a limited clientele.” Frowning at him, she tilted her head slightly, showing him her long slender neck. He gave a little sigh of need and continued. “The clientele that come here come for a sole purpose.” He watched her closely for her true reaction. She shifted in her short skirt, kissing the wooden stool with the back of her bare thighs. Noticing her nipples beading through her lace bra and thin top, his body reacted immediately, a hard on pressing against the zipper of his jeans. Shit “They all come to my club to practice control and domination, and here we specialise in Dominant sexual acts for the people who move in these circles. It’s known more commonly as a BDSM club.” He rested his chin on his linked fingers and waited for the information to sink in. Her jaw dropped, her eyes bulged, and she gave him a small giggle before she replied with a little high-pitched squeal. “You’re kidding me, right?” “No Doll. I never kid.” He wanted to make that loud and clear. “You mean you whip people here?” Her face was flushed with embarrassment, but she was still giggling. “Only if they require it.” He cocked his brow and looked at her sideways. “You do? You have to be kidding me! Really?” She laughed and cupped her hands to her face. “What do you mean if they require it?”hornydevil “I told you, I don’t kid and yes, I do…Really. Some of my subs require a heavy hand in order to reach their release. Others, well they require fluffy hand cuffs and blindfolds.” He watched as she stroked her top teeth with her tongue and imagined how that supple muscle would feel around the ridge of his cock. Turning away from him briefly, her joviality had gone when her gaze swung back to his. “You really aren’t kidding, are you? But why? Do they pay you? Are you like a gigolo?” “No Tilly, I’m a Dominant. We do not trade sex for money,” he explained in what she now understood to be his Dominant tone. Hot. “I can read your body little one better than you can yourself and if you were my sub…”

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The Pit: Harvey Book One Edward Tailor Horny Devil Publishing BDSM Menage m/f/f m/f/m Edward Tailor and I need to have a talk about the way he ends the first parts of this series. If it were not for the fact that I will be reading Book Two of Harvey’s story shortly I would be crying and begging for the next one to come out. The Pit: Harvey Book One continues the series set in an exclusive BDSM club and Harvey one of the co-owners has always considered Bonny the bartender the bane of his existence. Bonny has had the hots for her boss since she started working at The Pit but gets scared when her ex is released from prison and he is looking for her. Harvey moves Bonny into his apartment until the threat is removed but things heat up when the attraction suddenly is not one sided. If this series gets any hotter I just may need to put on flame retardent gloves to read. As a fan of menages I have found a lot of m/f/m but not m/f/f menages and Edward Tailor does both very well. I cannot wait to see who Hamilton, Harvey’s brother ends up with.

Harvey Part One

She had a perfect ass. Sure, she had a little cellulite, but that made

her human. Bonny was a woman in her late twenties at the peak of her

feminine beauty. Her body’s structure had developed into a beautiful

hourglass form that she carried elegantly. He squeezed more cool lotion into

his hands. Starting at the base of her spine, he gently massaged down the

pale flesh of her cheeks. Fuck, she felt so soft, and her sweet musk, em, she

was so aroused. Bonny’s body lay flushed, heated with need on his bed, and

he had to battle with himself not to take her. Bonny’s affections for him

were more than uncertain. A crush, he was sure, but shit, he was more

concerned with his own feelings. He had not let himself be in a one-on-one

situation since he had lost his love, but Bane was testing him. Her beauty

was undeniable, and his body responded on its own accord. He watched as

his dark hands stroked over her flushed skin, the contrast against her pale

flesh was like yin and yang; total opposites that worked well together.

Unable to resist her perfection anymore, Harvey gently thumbed open

her butt cheeks. Working the fleshy orbs in his palms slowly but surely, he

inched his way down between her thighs, dipping his finger teasingly into

the wet, velvety heat of her fleshy lips.

Bonny inhaled sharply, her body tightening. He stopped massaging

immediately. “It’s ok, Bane,” he whispered reassuringly as he leaned

forward to kiss the arch of her spine. “I just wanted…” He stopped…he just

wanted to what? Touch, feel…what? And more importantly, why?

“No, I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just that it’s been a while, is all,” she

answered sincerely, albeit nervously. Her body tensed at the intrusion of his

fingers, but her wetness was a testament to how much she wanted him.

“How long is a while, Bane?” Why was he asking? Why did it

matter? She was a woman in obvious need, and he was a Dom. He should

be cuffing her to the bed and making her cry out her release. Becoming too

personal with Bane was not on his “to do” list. He just had to take care of

her until he worked out the issues with her ex, Tony. He knew that, yet, his

dominant nature was screaming at him to give her what she needed, what her

body desired—helping her reach her release, so she could rest with a free

mind and clear conscience.

“Oh, you know, just a while,” she stammered uneasily.

He sucked back a deep breath, looking skyward and thought, Man up.

Ava Snow Spotlight


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Review Past Unbound
Ava Snow
Horny Devil Publishing
BDSM
Interacial Romance

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Lia’s heart was ripped out emotionally when the man she loved Dare ended things between them
without warning. She has never fully given her heart to anyone else in the six years. When Dare comes back he is even better looking then he was before and he has his sights set on Lia.

Dare always knew that he was going to come back and claim back his Lia. Being forced to
break up with Lia was the worse thing he ever did. He hopes that Lia will give him
another chance because he does not want to live without her any longer.

Lia and Dare’s story will break your heart at the same time you want to go and get an ice cold shower. PAST UNBOUND by Ava Snow will leave readers wanting to kick the butt of the people who
broke them up in the first place.  Be sure to click on the link to purchase your copy today.

Past Unbound – excerpt

It felt like the proverbial cat had her tongue, and she couldn’t seem to find her voice to answer his question.  Her body was a mass of need and want, her nipples rock hard.  The almost painful weight of her nipple rings caused her cream to flow freely between her legs.  She shook as she looked into the gray eyes that she’d always loved; so dark now, they were nearly black.  It had been too long since she had given into this need.  Knowing instinctively Dare could give her what she needed, was she ready to give in to him?
He took the choice out of her hands.  “Rise, Lia.”
Rising to her feet, he led her to the spanking bench that smelled brand new.  She didn’t say a word as he positioned then cuffed her wrists and ankles to the bench.  He made adjustments so that her ass was high in the air while she briefly wondered if he had brought the little blonde tramp to this room.  Had he ever cuffed her to this bench, with its butter-soft leather that seemed to melt into her skin?  Moving her arms and legs, testing the tightness of the restraints, she discovered they were tight, but not tight enough to hurt, just enough to hold her there until he released her.  She settled into the bench and gave a small whimper as another shiver raced over her body when he ran a firm hand down her spine.  Dare lulled her into a sense of calm as he continued to run his fingers lightly down her back before running an open palm over her butt.  Lia cried out when the hard slap of his hand came down across her backside.
She couldn’t stop the moans that left her or the wiggling of her bottom as Dare rubbed in the sting from his slap.  Knowing her cheeks were starting to pinken, she hoped it pleased him.  She got her answer when he groaned then continued the hard slaps to her ass until her cries turned into whimpers and pleas for more.  “Quiet, Precious.  I know what you need and when you need it.”
Lia knew she was giving in to him too easily, but she hadn’t felt this way in a very long time.  Her body was on fire, her juices flowed down her thighs, and her emotions were running on ultra-high.  Dare was going to take her places she shouldn’t let him, but couldn’t seem to stop.  She wanted it…no needed it.  She’d been bottled up way too long.  The sudden sound of his deep, lust-filled voice made her jump a bit.

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Review Love Unbound
Ava Snow
Horny Devil Publishing
BDSM
Menage m/f/m
Interacial Romance
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After reading Past Unbound I had hoped that Dare’s friend and partner Slade would get his
own story and thankfully he did. Slade has been watching Tiyionna for the past few months at
the club that he owns with Dare. He knows that he wants to claim her but is not sure Ti can submit to him.
Ti has been in love with Slade since the moment she met him. Ti is a sub who has been hurt
in the past and has some self image issues. She doesn’t think she has a chance with someone
as hot as Slade to feel the same way.

If PAST UNBOUND was hot LOVE UNBOUND is smoking hot.  Slade is a very dominant male and loves every curve on Ti’s body and the scenes where he convinces her that she is perfect the way she is will make you go stand outside in your birthday suit in the North Pole.

I just have one wish, that Ms Snow has a story lined up for Ti’s brother Dev. Might need to stock up on chocolate for that one.

EXCERPT:

“STOP!”
Her feet seemed frozen in place.
“Tiyionna. Turn around.”
God, that voice went right through her. Slade had to know what his voice did to women, and he used it as a weapon. Damn him. It should have enraged her, but instead, it just made her bloodstream melt. Turning, keeping her eyes on the floor, she felt him approach to stand right in front of her. He took her arm in his right hand, pulling it up to look at the slight injury as she winced at the contact. “Fuck!” Slade cursed then gripped her hip with his left hand. Shock waves coursed through her from his touch. He turned, guiding her, keeping her with him, as they headed down the hall.
“S-Sir? Where are you taking me?”
He didn’t answer her, just growled low and kept walking. When they turned to the right before descending the stairs, she knew exactly where they were going. Why would he take her to his rooms? Tiyionna dug in her heels, coming to a stop.
“Aww, pet. You are in enough trouble. You don’t want to add to the punishment.”
“What? Punishment for what? I didn’t do anything wrong.” While they stood side-by-side on the stairs, she looked over at him; sure he’d lost his mind. “Besides, you can’t punish me. I quit.” The quirk of his brow, the smirk he gave her before pushing her forward to continue down the stairs sent shivers down her spine. Shit. Her mouth just didn’t have a filter.
Her heart rate picked up, started thundering in her chest when he pulled a thick key out of his pocket to unlock the door to his private dungeon. Slade ushered her inside then closed and locked the door behind him. “Strip and present yourself, Tiyionna.”

 

 

Sleeping with the Entity by Cat Devon


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I love this book and cannot wait for more of this series.
Nick St George tries everything he can think of to keep Danielle from opening her
cupcake shop in his area. The reason?  Nick is a vampire and he really does not want
humans wandering around finding out they exist.  He is frustrated
because his compulsion that he uses on humans doesn’t work on Dani.

SLEEPING WITH THE ENTITY is funny, sexy and will make you fall for the vampire genre
all over again.  Cat Devon brings readers in with characters that will make you want
to see if maybe there really are vampires and maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing
to run into one.

This is the first of a three part series and cannot wait to see what Ms Devon has in store for us in the next installment.

SLEEPING WITH THE ENTITY by Cat Devon

EXCERPT

 

 

“All the good men are taken,” Daniella Delaney said. “The rest are vampires.”

 

As soon as she spoke the words into her iPhone, the hairs at the back of her neck prickled and a shiver slid down her spine. They really had the air conditioning cranked up in this Chicago bar and grill. The place was almost as cold as her pink fridge back home. Sure, it was a warm Indian summer October day outside, but come on.

 

Tugging her thin black sweater tighter around her, Daniella continued her phone conversation with her good friend Suz Beckman. “I’m telling you, they’re vampires. Sucking the energy and enthusiasm right out of you. So don’t hook me up with any more blind dates. And you know who else is an energy suck? The head of the local business association. I have no idea what they have against me opening my cupcake shop in this neighborhood, but he’s sadly mistaken if he thinks he can get rid of me. I’ve worked too hard to let anyone stand in my way. I’m meeting him here in a few minutes, and if he thinks he can push me around just because I’m wearing a sweater set, he’s in for a big surprise.” She’d no sooner said the words than a man appeared at her side seemingly out of nowhere.

 

“Can I help you?” His deep, smooth voice startled Daniella.

 

He had a tall rangy build and was dressed all in black. His dark hair was on the long side, and he had the thickest lashes she’d ever seen on a man. His eyes were a surprising shade of wickedly stormy gray. Radiating toughness and sex appeal, he had Mick Jagger-like chiseled cheekbones and fierce yet almost poetic lips.

 

She’d never been a Rolling Stones fan, however. She preferred her men polished and polite. Dangerous bad boys weren’t her cup of tea.

 

“Gotta go,” she quickly told Suz before ending her call and turning her attention to the man standing beside her. “And you are?” she said.

 

“The manager of this establishment.”

 

“Oh. Well in that case, perhaps you can help me. I did try to order some food when I first arrived but was told that wasn’t possible. It’s strange having a bar and grill that doesn’t serve meals.”

 

“The regulars don’t come here for the food. They come for…the ambience,” he said.

 

It was all Daniella could do not to laugh as she studied her surroundings – the moose head over the bar, the plastic mackerel beside it, the Chicago Blackhawks hockey jersey lopsidedly stuck to the wall with duct tape. “Right. Because the place has such great ambience.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Look, I don’t mean to cut our conversation short but I have an important meeting scheduled to take place here with—“

 

“Me,” he interrupted her. “Your meeting is with me. I’m Nick St. George.”

 

Great. The man wasn’t just the manager of the place. He was the owner and the head of the neighborhood chamber of commerce. At least she hadn’t called him a downer vampire during her phone conversation with Suz as she’d been tempted to. “You couldn’t have said that sooner?”

 

“I could have,” he acknowledged, “but I chose not to.” He sat in the chair across from her.

 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you at last. I’m Daniella Delaney, but you must already have figured that out. Anyway, I won’t take up much of your time. I’m sure you’re a busy man. I wanted to meet you face-to-face so that we could go over what exactly your objections are to my opening my business.”

 

“I don’t object to you opening your business. Just to opening it around here.”

 

“I’m going to change your mind.” Daniella reached into her tote and pulled out a folder with photos of chocolate-frosted cupcakes on it. “My business will be a powerful addition to the neighborhood, improving the local ambience…which is clearly needed, I might add. I’m going to spruce things up and offer yummy cupcakes. Come on, what’s not to like about that?” She didn’t give him a chance to answer – just kept going. “I made hard copies of some of my promotional ideas for my business. Flyers, coupons, that sort of thing. Or I can show you the entire presentation on my laptop if you’d rather do it that way. Which would you prefer?”

 

“Whatever brings you the most satisfaction.” His voice rolled over her like warm honey.

 

She frowned at him. Why was he staring at her so strangely? Was the man flirting with her? Why? She was hardly a raving beauty. Not even close. She was pretty nondescript. Brown hair, brown eyes, an okay nose and mouth. Nothing special.

 

She’d chosen to wear a professional outfit of black pants and light-weight sweater set with a string of pearls. Again, nothing special.

 

Was he deliberately trying to throw her off her stride? “You know what would give me the most satisfaction?” she said. “You stopping your protest about me opening Heavenly Cupcakes.”

 

“You don’t really want to open your store in this area.” His words had an almost hypnotic rhythm to them.

 

“Yes, I do.”

 

He frowned and stared directly into her eyes. “No, you don’t.”

 

“Yes,” she said emphatically. “I do.”

 

His frown deepened, and those stormy gray eyes of his narrowed.

 

She laughed. “You seem surprised,” she said. “Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily?

 

“I believe you may turn out to be more challenging than I expected,” Nick said slowly.

 

“I’m sure I will,” she said cheerfully. “A lot more challenging.”

 

* * *

 

Nick couldn’t believe how difficult this was becoming. He might look like a regular bar owner but deep down he was very different. He was a vampire struggling to stay under the radar. He’d overheard her talking about vampires on her phone. At first his concern had been that he and the rest of his friends had somehow been found out by this cupcake maker.

 

He no longer thought that was actually the case but there was still something strange about her. He supposed it was ironic that he, the vampire, was calling her, the human, strange. But the truth was that he didn’t know what to make of her.

 

His job as a leader was to protect his clan and keep her out. The more humans who hung around the area, the bigger the chance was that their vampire community would be discovered. He had no doubt her business would be a success but he couldn’t allow that to happen. It was much too risky.

 

When Nick had first set up this meeting he’d had thought it would be an easy fix. His buddy, fellow vamp and body artist Pat Heller from Pat’s Tats next door, had even mockingly kidded him that it would be a piece of cake. All Nick had to do was use every vampire’s favorite weapon – mind compulsion – and Daniella Delaney would obey him.

 

It hadn’t worked. He’d never had a human resist him before. She was supposed to respond to his vamp thrall by agreeing to do his bidding. All the others had for centuries.

 

He’d established direct eye contact and done his vamp thing. But instead of surrendering, cheeky Little Miss Cupcake had laughed. She’d actually laughed.

 

Like all vamps, Nick had a superior sense of smell. He could tell by her scent that she wasn’t a vampire herself. But there was something about her…

 

“Do you have a cold?” she suddenly asked him. “Allergies?”

 

“What?”

 

“You were sniffing.”

 

Nick glared at her. Daniella eyed him suspiciously. And so she should. He could eat her for breakfast.

 

This ARC copy of Sleeping with the Enitity was given to me by St. Martin’s Press in exchange for a honest review.

Dangerous Obsession by TL Reeve


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Dangerous Obsession TL Reeve Horny Devil Publising m/m Fin has been threw a lot in his life. The unexplained disappearance of the first guy he loved and dealing with a guy who simply cannot take no for an answer. Kyle has made it his life mission to follow Fin everywhere if he can’t have Fin then no one can. When his boss Mike acts on the attraction that they both feel it is a matter of time before someone gets hurt.

Normally I am not a fan of anything written in first person but books like DANGEROUS OBSESSION  by TL Reeve is a good reason to read more of them. Readers will really feel for Fin’s background. For someone that has been through a lot he is surprisingly stable. Mike his boss is hot and makes me wonder why there aren’t that many bald heroes. If you love hot male/male romances with characters that you generally will care about then go purchase DANGEROUS OBSESSION today.

BLURB

I’d been through a ton of shit in my life. The guy I thought I loved left me, and the guy I thought was my friend, started stalking me. I found myself though when Mike came to me and offered me a job. Things were going good. My stalker seemed to back off and I began to live again. However, that didn’t last long. As Mike became more of a fixture in my life, my stalker became more obsessed. Now, stuck between my stalker and the man I could fall for, I had a decision to make. Do I give up myself and go with Kyle, or do I make a stand and finally put my stalker to rest.

EXCERPT:

“I’d like to see your pants around your feet.” A familiar, deep masculine voice said from behind my left shoulder as I exited the auditorium stage.

“Uh, thank you,” I said, trying to place the face with the voice. The applause from the audience drifted through the curtains hanging in the wings as I tried to get ready for the next set. The bright lights of the stage backlit the man and obscured my vision, making him impossible to see clearly. Moving farther into the backstage area where the crew and other dancers stood, I found my clothes hanging on one of the costume hooks. Behind me, I could hear his foot falls on the wooden floor as he drew near. Get a clue guy, I’m not your type.

“Too bad I can’t keep you that way,” he said leaning closer to me.

“Excuse me?” I turned my head toward him, finally coming face to face with my admirer. “What the hell are you doing here, Kyle?” I grumbled. He was not the person I wanted to see after the way we’d ended things between us.

His violet eyes twinkled, the corners of his lips kicking upwards in a sly smirk. “I came to watch you dance, Fin.”

“Yeah, well forget about it. Go home.” I didn’t have time for this. Kyle was obsessed with me. I should have never kissed him. I should have never fallen for him.

“Ah come on now, Fin. Don’t play hard to get. You know you want it.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me toward him. The smell of stale cigarettes and beer assailed me. It made my stomach roll with disgust.
Placing my hands on his chest, I pushed him off of me. “Get lost, Kyle.

Blade Dance by Danica St Como


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Five Questions for Danica St. Como for Blade Dance, developed by author Nona Raines, author of Uncollared, One Good Man, Take This Man, and other romance novels:

  1. The serial killer in this novella is seriously demented. Did you need to research on this type of sociopath (scary!) to try to get the details right?

 

Actually, yes, I did. Not only did I do quite a bit of research on my own, but I was lucky to have an editor who specialized in forensic science. It was a fascinating journey, and I learned how much I didn’t know. For instance, the term “serial murderer” is technically preferred over the more popularized “serial killer.” The belief that serial murderers always have a distinct profile is also not true—profiling is still a new and inexact tool of law enforcement, but only a minor tool. Serial murders are not usually the clever blokes that the television and movies portray. Most often, they’re just lucky that so much of what they do hasn’t been discovered and put in context.  The character, Theo, totally freaked out a few of my readers.

 

  1. Blade Dance contains a lot of hawt and sexy scenes within a committed m/f/m ménage relationship. Why do you think ménage romances are so popular?

 

I believe that the characters involved in a ménage of any combination allow the reader to partake of forbidden fantasies for which they might secretly lust. I prefer the idea of two big, muscular, totally buff  men and a woman. How outrageously cool to have two guys concerned with their woman’s well-being, two men to see to her sexual—and sensual—needs, two men who announce to all comers, “she’s ours.” Even with a strong heroine (no wimpy women allowed), there’s something about that primitive feeling that lights my fire.

 

  1. In the novella, the heroine Wallis often tells herself she should get a dog. On a personal note, you’ve been involved for many years breeding and racing Whippets. How did you get involved in that?

 

I became involved with the world of purebred dogs when I was fifteen: Collies, Afghan Hounds, then finally, Borzois. Borzois were my breed until just recently, when the last Borzoi of my own breeding passed on. We had a Whippet, then two Whippets, then like potato chips, five Whippets. Now we’re comfortably at three Whippets, which seem perfect—Willow, Elise, Merengue. My husband and I moved from central Jersey to central upstate New York to have enough property for our dogs, and to host amateur field trial and race meets. Quite often, I sit up on the fields and make novel notes. Some of my most brilliant story ideas have come while mowing the fields for upcoming trials.

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Stormwind’s Lotus Elise (photo © Ben Brodeur, used with permission)

  1. You’ve lived a very interesting life. Through the years, you’ve had Arabian horses, was a tractor-trailer driver, painted custom vans, did glass etchings, was a free-lance ceramist, and more. What made you decide to try your hand at writing romance?

 

I began writing little stories when I was eleven. As an adult, I wrote magazine articles about sighthounds, the family of dogs we have, then branched into non-fiction reference books. Satisfying, but not completely. In the early years of the romance genre, I became frustrated at the implied, but never graphically stated, intimacies. When I read my first Catherine Coulter novel, I was hooked. In the years that followed, I played around with building scenes to suit myself, then finally completed an erotic romance novel. The first manuscript didn’t sell, but the second one did—and the third, and the fourth, etc. Now dusted off, revamped and updated, the first manuscript is actually being considered by a publisher. That would be totally righteous.

 

  1. Here’s a personal question for a romance writer: what’s the most romantic thing your husband has ever done for you?

 

Hmmm. Not usually a romantic guy, my husband occasionally surprises me. I think the most wonderful thing he ever did was to have my first “real” published book, a 650-page softcover book on sighthounds, specially bound by hand in hard cover for me, in secret. I was so overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of the gift (and the sneaky way in which it was accomplished), I was rendered absolutely speechless. And, for those who know me, I’m never speechless. I treasure that book, my very own special edition.

 

  Blade Dance

By: Danica St. Como | Other books by Danica St. Como
Published By: Decadent Publishing Company, LLC
ISBN # 9781613334867

Word Count: 21000
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About the book

Pissed off, crabby, and contemplating getting a guard dog, Wallis Gardner is goddamned tired of being laid up with a gunshot wound while her men—blond, blue-eyed Austin Cooper and dark-haired, grizzly bear Michael Gallo—finish the job they’d all been working on with the Bureau of Criminal Investigations.

An anonymous tip sends her partners on a futile chase, leaving Wallis to deal with the massive cast on her leg and the creepy new tenant in the small cottage at the edge of her property. When Austin and Michael return, the welcome home party leaves them all exhausted but satisfied before a call comes in with yet another missing girl.

Unprotected, Wallis finds herself dancing at the end of a killer’s blade. But with life and love on the line, this is one dance she intends to lead.

An excerpt from the book

They’re back. My boys are back. They…are…baaack! If it wasn’t for the cast, Wallis would be doing an energetic Snoopy Dance of happiness.

The last assignment had been the first time their team had been dispatched, short one member. She was honest enough with herself to admit she missed her specialty, which was pouring through evidence. Missed the adrenaline kick when her theories panned out. Missed working within the tight, cohesive unit formed by the three partners as they worked major crime scenes. She’d been stuck at the house, feeling useless, awkward—and oh, so lonely.

Wallis leaned on the kitchen counter, elbows on the cool tile, mug of fresh, hot coffee cradled in her hands. She gazed through the multi-paned windows over the sink, enjoyed the color-drenched patch of relentless wildflowers that struggled for survival at the back edge of the lawn. Engrossed in her reverie, she yipped when a pair of strong arms grabbed her around the waist.

Austin nuzzled the back of her neck.

“Yuck, cowboy, I spilled my coffee. And your hair is still wet. You’re dripping on me.”

“Sorry, darlin’, I couldn’t bear to spend another single minute away from you.”

She twisted in his arms, kissed him. “That’s the best excuse I’ve ever heard. You’re forgiven.”

He took her face in his big hands, returned her kiss with enthusiasm.

She leaned into him. “Mmm, baby, I missed you, missed you, missed you.” She inhaled, deeply. “And you smell so good.”

“Definitely better than I smelled before. I missed you, too. You left me alone with Gallows-Boy. You know how cranky he can be, especially when he’s tired.”

“It wasn’t like I did it on purpose, y’know.” She tapped against the cast with her fingernails.

Austin snorted. “Like getting shot in the line of duty is a good enough excuse for leaving me with him.”

However, his interest in her closeness was immediately evident beneath the towel wrapped around his waist.

Her eyebrow arched then she smiled. “Wow, you did miss me.”

 

Danica St. Como Author Bio:

A Jersey girl born and bred, for the past nine years Danica St. Como has written at her farm in central upstate New York, surrounded by any number of Whippets—both under desk and underfoot—as well as a malevolent treadmill that stares at her from across the room. She puts her pen to paper, in a manner of speaking, under several romance sub-genres: contemporary, MFM  and MMF ménage a trois, MM pairings, erotic historical, paranormal — all hot, all steamy, and all sexually explicit.

St. Como is a member of the Romance Writers of America and the Central New York Romance Writers chapter of the RWA. Readers can contact her at Danica@DanicaStComo.com.

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                    BLURB:

She’s entered a world where blood, sex, and cash rules everything around her.

What do a four hundred-year-old vampire and a mid-level necromancer have in common? Money. Jeliyah needs it to pay off the people who trained her and Teaghan enjoys killing to get it. Together they hunt rogue vampires—assuming Teaghan can focus on something other than getting her in bed and Jeliyah doesn’t put a bullet in him first.

 

The uneasy partnership promises to be lucrative until Teaghan and Jeliyah get on the wrong side of a feud. Jeliyah is forced to use forbidden magic and finds herself bound to a man she should hate—but whom she can’t stop fantasizing about.

 

Every second they stay alive fuels a growing desire Jeliyah is unwilling to deny. Is it the magic? The danger? The only way to get the answers she craves is to outrun the enemy or kill them. She knows Teaghan’s preference but it’s Jeliyah who must put their mind-blowing sex aside and make the choice that will decide both their fates.

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Excerpt

Teaghan kicked the room door shut behind him and then laid her on the nearest bed. “At least this time you’re not glowing. Let’s not make a habit of this.”

“I feel the same.”

“Then again…” His gaze wandered to her breasts.

Images of Teaghan running his hands over her breasts and teasing her nipples entered her mind. She reared up and smacked him at the same time she brought her other arm up to guard her chest.

Teaghan didn’t react except to grin at her. “You’re flushed, necromancer. Your heart rate jumped too. My little idea get you all hot and bothered?”

She glared at him.

“No? How about this one?”

A mental picture of Teaghan yanking off her panties so he could run his tongue over her clit invaded her mind. The detail was so vivid Jeliyah felt her pussy twitch in anticipation. Damn the man and this stupid mental connection. It might be one way, but she had access to his thoughts and now he wasn’t trying to hide them. “You can’t do that without an invitation.”

“So invite me.”

“Shouldn’t you be going to sleep? The sun is up.”

“Sun’s got nothing to do with me.” He moved closer, planting his hands on either side of her legs and leaning into her. “Invite me.”

Jeliyah scooted back off the bed and away from him. Once on her feet, she said, “Don’t get all cocky just because I took some of your blood, vampire. I told you that was a one-time thing and not to get ideas.”

“Yeah, I heard you but,” he hopped the bed and crowded her against the wall, “here’s the thing. You could have gotten the same results by asking me to open a vein. A simple prick to the finger for a few drops of blood would have sufficed. You kissed me, necromancer.”

“It was a split-second decision. Back off.” She clutched the necrome at her throat and said, “Shield.”

Teaghan laughed as the shield expanded to include him. “Forget something important, did you? Your necromes recognize me now. I’m not a threat.”

Shit. She’d forgotten one of the major side effects of Recognize. Her necromes—and any others made from her blood—no longer worked against Teaghan. There was no way to deactivate Recognize either, just like an invitation once given.

She shoved at his chest but he kept leaning forward until his lips were close to hers.

He said, “Let’s talk about that kiss.”

“It was spur of the moment. It meant nothing.”

“Care to test that theory?”

“You can’t. I haven’t invited you.”

“Kissing is the one thing I don’t need an invitation to do.” He pushed his lips against hers as he forced her hands over her head and pressed his body closer.

Jeliyah couldn’t turn from the kiss, though she tried. This wasn’t fair. Vampires needed permission to enter a person’s body. Why didn’t that extend to kissing? And why was she giving in to his kiss?

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Zenobia Renquist lives in her imagination. When not traveling through her fantasy worlds, she can be found in Hawaii living with her husband and two cats.

 

She is an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife, which means she’s accustomed to travel and does it whenever possible (so long as she doesn’t have to fly). Her favorite pastime is torturing her characters on their way to happily-ever-after for the enjoyment of her readers

 

Customer Satisfaction Cheryl Dragon


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CUSTOMER SATISFACTION is the latest Lucky Springs series from author Cheryl Dragon. Lizzie has been with Byron and Fisher for a few months now but they have not made any sort of permanent
commitment but were headed that way or so they thought. Byron and Lizzie are thrown for a loop when Fisher says he cheated with one of the Stinger brothers Damon.
The Stinger brothers were always attracted to Lizzie but held off on acting on it when Byron and Fisher asked her out first. Now that Lizzie is available they hope to act on that attraction as well as the attraction they have for her exes.
I am admittedly a big fan of Cheryl Dragon’ and each release shows me that my love for her books will never go away. Ms Dragon’s menages are must reads in my opinion and CUSTOMER SATISFACTION is no different. The sex scenes are scorchingly hot as we have come to expect but what really pulls a reader in is how Fisher struggles with what he wants and what he thinks his family wants. Lizzie, Bryon, Damon and Luke are prepared to let Fisher find his way even if it means not being a part of their family.
If you have not read the series yet keep some space open on your credit card for the rest of the series cause you know your going to want more.

Excerpt:

To some, Lucky Springs was just a sleepy, small town in the middle of Louisiana. For Lizzie Bouvier, it was the perfect fit.

After dinner at the café with the two men, she’d been seeing, the trio walked down Main Street. Group relationships and an excess of attractive men made the small town a real haven for those who wanted to be unique but not hide out in a big city.

“Do you miss Shreveport?” Byron Thurmon asked.

Lizzie shook her head. “That was too loud and busy. I like it here.”

How could she not like it when she had two sexy, bisexual men? They were sweet, and she could watch them and enjoy both of their attentions. Byron had short black hair and deep blue eyes. He was strong and lean. When she started as a customer service representative at the Lucky Springs factory, she’d been attracted to Byron and his boyfriend, Fisher Mulroy, right off the bat.

“Maybe you’re secretly planning to move back to the bayou?” Fisher took her hand.

“No way. I couldn’t have two men on a date back there. My brothers and cousins would feed you to the swamp critters.” Walking between them, she felt safe but couldn’t shake the sensation something was missing. It could just be an off night. With three in a relationship, it was always a learning experience.

And here, two was nothing. Her friends Zoe and Ashley had each ended up with four men to juggle. Lizzie wasn’t greedy, and the pair would be plenty. It’d still be daring compared to her simple Cajun roots. The odd feeling wasn’t about keeping up with her friends but about the way the trio clicked so far. She’d been here about a year and dating the two men over five months, but it still seemed light and fun. There was no real sense of moving things to a more serious level. Though both Byron and Fisher were born and raised in Lucky Springs, she hadn’t met Fisher’s family at all yet and had only been introduced to a few of Byron’s family members. In some areas, everything was perfect, but it also didn’t feel serious for almost five months of dating.

While Zoe and Ash’s men all had their lives and acts together, making things move quickly, that didn’t mean it’d be the same for Lizzie or her other roommate Crystal, who was still single. The four friends had moved here from Shreveport a year ago after being laid off during the recession and found jobs at the factory.

“Want us to take you home?” Fisher asked as they arrived at the guys’ apartment building.

Fisher was younger and still a bit bashful at twenty-five even though he’d been with Byron since high school. She assumed Fisher simply hadn’t been with girls too often. He seemed still to be in the bachelor phase. His short brown hair, pale blue eyes and boyish face endeared him to her. Both men were dressed casually in khakis and polo shirts, and she wanted more time with them in less clothing.

“No, maybe I’ll come up and hang out for a bit.” She followed them up the stairs to their new place. The factory expansion begun two years ago had triggered some building in the town, which had attracted most of the single men. Now things were leveling off, and the town was finding its balance again.

While the house Lizzie and her friend Crystal were renting felt homey and inviting, the guys’ newly built apartment building still smelled of paint. Both men had lived in the town all their lives.

As much as she loved them, maybe they weren’t ready to settle down. Flopping on the couch, she forced away her questions. Rushing a commitment or any relationship was a classic mistake. Lizzie was old-fashioned and wanted the family and stability. That attitude frequently scared men off.

On the other hand, Lizzie wasn’t the type to hop from group to group. The dream of a home and a white picket fence with kids playing still worked for her. What happened in private was just that—private.

When the two men sat down on either side of her and started kissing her neck, it certainly felt right. Her stress and questions melted as her body heated up. Their strong bodies pressed to her, and she knew it wasn’t wrong.

The practiced team unbuttoned her sundress and slid it down her body, and Byron immediately sucked her breast into his mouth. She wasn’t overly endowed and loved getting the looks when she went braless. The lack of panties didn’t go unnoticed either. Fisher rubbed her slit gently.

Her body flushed and tingled as the arousal took hold. In no time, Fisher’s fingers were slick. Her body arched for more as Byron nipped her breasts. She reached down and stroked them through their pants. They were hard, and she needed them naked. Now.

Working on their flies, she watched the men remove their shirts. When Fisher leaned in and kissed Byron, her cunt trembled. Men who liked to screw each other added a new layer of wildness in her sex life. Two men had always been a fantasy, but her reality was even better. Byron’s chest had thick hair that trailed down to his cock while Fisher was smoother. They were a sexy pair.

She kissed Fisher then Byron while she massaged their erections to full length. Licking her way down Fisher’s body, she inhaled his masculine scent. She knelt on the couch and nuzzled Fisher’s shaft playfully at first.

Byron slid behind her on the sofa and gripped her hips. Gasping, she opened her legs and let him eat her pussy. Two men were perfect. She could dream of juggling more, but two kept her busy. Byron’s tongue worked her closer and closer to orgasm as she sucked Fisher’s member in deeper.

“Please,” she said, stroking Fisher as she rubbed back on Byron.

“Come for me, then I’ll fuck you,” he said.

They loved to tease, and she couldn’t argue with men who could go all night. She relaxed and stopped trying to hold on. Byron massaged her inner folds and licked in and out of her. What she needed was his erection right there, but she was too close to argue.

Fisher cupped her breasts and tugged on her nipples. She sucked his balls as she rocked back on Byron until he fingered her clit just right. The heat and tremors spread instantly throughout her. She pressed her face to Fisher’s hard body as she moaned. Byron held her hips and ate her through as her climax faded.

“She needs more than that,” Fisher said.

“A lot more.” She grabbed his pants from the floor, dug into Byron’s pocket and found a condom. The men were always prepared.

Instead of passing it back, she slid it on Fisher, facing him, and straddled his hips. Long and thick, the young man was well endowed. Sinking slowly on his cock, she watched the relief and surrender in his eyes. She rode him hard but took her time.

“You want two or are you teasing Fisher?” Byron nibbled on her neck.

“He’ll never last if you join in there.” Lizzie gripped Byron’s cock and tugged him up until he sat on the back of the couch next to Fisher.

“God, yes!” Fisher sucked Byron’s cock as if he hadn’t had a man in weeks.

Lizzie smiled up at Byron as her fingers teased his balls just behind his sac. He thrust harder into Fisher’s mouth, and in turn, Fisher lifted into her cunt faster. She squeezed Fisher’s cock deep inside of her as she pinched Byron’s tight ass. The sexual compatibility blew her mind. It was so fluid and shameless she let herself go more than she ever had with just one man. She’d asked for more from them than any other.

She drove herself down on Fisher’s cock, and he grabbed her hips, helping her add force as she rode. There was no problem with liking things a little rough, but she’d never admitted that to anyone but them. Byron held her hair and pressed her to his balls. She nipped them, and he smiled. Then his hand connected to her ass.

A little spanking got her going. She’d discovered the sexy duo didn’t mind giving her a taste of the firmness in bed. They weren’t into domination really, but her love of harsher play made them see her not as a sweet bayou girl but a woman who needed two men and a lot of sexual attention.

“More,” she moaned.

Byron gave her a swat on the other cheek, and the sting stimulated her, making the sex better. The rush pushed her to grind on Fisher’s cock. He released Byron’s cock and pinched her nipples, rolling them until she groaned. Only then did Fisher slide his fingers down and pat her clit. The spark nudged her closer to release, but they had to come too or she’d never be satisfied.

Thrusting into her, Fisher made her body bounce as he jerked Byron’s cock. She loved the view and the deep ways the men both were touching her right now.

“Fuck!” Byron’s cum shot over Fisher’s chest and down his fist.

“More?” Fisher jerked his lover a little longer and added a harder tap to her clit.

“Yes!” Byron smacked her ass before sliding behind her.

“Oh God!” She fell forward and clutched Fisher as the release sent her into convulsions. Byron held her, and Fisher rolled her nipples again. The throbbing and deep tremors overtook her body. Her hips snapped down on Fisher’s erection even as her orgasm faded. She licked Byron’s cum off Fisher’s chest then bit his skin.

“More!” Fisher shouted.

She felt his release, and Byron pinning her between their bodies as the men kissed. Snuggling up, she joined their kiss, and they held her tight.