Glamourhai-Jess Mahler #excerpt #book #adult #fiction #fantasy

Glamourhai

By Jess Mahler

Blurb:

When the fae lord, Oeloeff, takes his sister, Mattin seeks out Countess Jahlene n'Erida, a fae noble who is Oeloff's enemy, and begs her to help free his sister. In return for her help, he offers the only thing he has--himself. Lady Jahlene accepts Mattin's offer, and he finds himself an initiate of a strange world where pain is pleasure, cruelty is love, and nothing is as it seems.

Mattin hates being a slave, almost as much as he hates and fears the fae. But as he learns more about Jahlene, he finds himself drawn to her, and her sadistic pleasures. As they race to prepare their trap for Oeloff, Mattin fights to reconcile his desires with his fears. Until he makes a mistake that costs him everything...

Excerpt:

“Mattin, is everything alright?”

“You mean aside from the chafing, lady? Bouncing around on top of the carriage is not nearly as bad as bouncing around on top of this horse!”

She laughed. “What did you think of Goodman Wrotty?”

Mattin called up his recollections of the mine manager, “He’s a hard man, lady. He’ll drive his people, but I think he’ll push himself just as hard.”

“And the miners?”

He answered as best he could, and she asked several more questions, until he felt like she had wrung from him every observation about the day. Finally she nodded, “Please write down your thoughts when we get back. I’d like to have them to refer to in the future.”

Startled, he mistimed the horse’s movements and almost fell from the saddle. “Yes, lady,” he said, as he regained his balance, “I’m glad you find my thoughts helpful.”

She flashed a grin at him, “You are, aren’t you? Good. But you aren’t telling me something.”

“Lady?”

“I try not to push Mattin, and to leave you some privacy, but something upset you. I need to know what.”

“Ah.” He grimaced, “Is that a command, lady?” Damn it, couldn’t she at least leave him his thoughts? Must he give her everything? And this… already his resentment and fear hurt her. He didn’t want to hurt her more. Why couldn’t she leave well enough alone?

“I was going for subtle request, but if I have to make it a command, I will.”

“I didn’t want to… disturb you, lady.”

“It’s hardly disturbing me when I’m asking.”

The phrasing tickled his humor. “But you haven’t asked,” he said with a grin.

She raised a fist in mock threat. Then her eyes narrowed. “Mattin, as much as I enjoy your teasing, you’re stalling. Tell me, now.”

He looked down, rubbing at his collar. She rarely commanded outright, that she did now meant he had pushed her far as he could. So, thinking about the words as little as possible, he told her. “Some of the miners… seemed as if they pitied me.”

“I see,” the humor was gone from her voice. When Mattin glanced over at her, she sat stiffly, her face a mask.

“Lady, I—”

“Spare me.”

Mattin bit his tongue and they rode in silence again, but words pressed against his teeth. Finally he burst out, “No. You wanted to know what was bothering me, you wanted to I know my feelings, and by the Mare I’ll tell you.”

She pulled up her horse and opened her mouth. Mattin rushed to speak, rolling right over her.

“I’m angry, lady. I’m angry at them. Why, by the Mare, should they pity me? This may not be the life I want, but it’s a good life, with good people. And it’s the life I chose. They had no right to look at me that way, and… and I wouldn’t trade places with them if someone paid me to! And Mare’s Bridle, lady, I care about you. I didn’t want to, but I do. Will you please stop thinking that every time I’m upset it’s about you!” He stopped and took a deep, shuddering breath. She stared at him, the mask fading from her features. “I don’t think I can ever be what you want, lady. But I’m starting to wish I could. And I hate knowing that I’m hurting you.” He hadn’t realized, hadn’t even admitted to himself, how strongly he felt. But it fit. It was right. And by the Mare’s Blood it was good to say it.

The lady edged her horse next to his, then reached out and rested a hand on his cheek. She was so solemn, he didn’t know what to think. But it was the first time she had touched him… just… touched him. As nervous as if he approached a scared and cornered animal, he reached up and put his hand against hers.

“Maybe you are right, Mattin. But you’ve still given me more than I expected.”

Neither of them said anything for a long moment. Before Mattin could feel uncomfortable or awkward, she pulled her hand away with a laugh and kicked her horse into a run. Over her shoulder she called, “Race you to the next hill.”

Cursing, he grabbed on tight as his horse ran after her. The forgotten guards clattered along behind.

Author website: http://www.fantasyromanceserial.com

Purchase link: www.amazon.com/Glamourhai

Rebound: It's Not Just For Basketball #adult #fiction #book

Rebound: It’s Not Just For Basketball 
By D. Marcus Webb          

Blurb:

Explore the prequel of a trilogy series of Aaron Simpson and his two best friends as they quest for real love after divorce. Come with them on their erotic journeys in and out of flighty and serious relationships. Will they be able to love or even trust again? Will they be able to close the post-marriage baggage era and open up some new, exciting and fleshy hot rendezvous? Stick around and see from a male’s perspective. Aaron Simpson is a computer software engineer in Colorado Springs, CO. Newly divorced, he is continually healing with the help of his co-workers and his new girlfriend. He discovers there is hope for another intimate long-lasting relationship. This prequel is the beginning point of the Rebound series.

Excerpt:

Later in the evening, acting on impatience, Sherri just went for broke and walked over to Aaron, grabbed his face with both hands and planted a kiss on his lips. Aaron definitely wasn’t ready and slightly pulled back startled. Sherri looked perplexed and started to back away. He got up to reciprocate grabbed her face and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

Sherri couldn’t control herself and slid her tongue through his lips and initiated the tongue dance between them. ‘His lips are so soft,’ she thought. There was not wondering going through Aaron’s mind. His junk was beginning to pull blood from his brain. He tried to be cool and move his pelvis in the opposite direction away from Sherri, so she couldn’t feel his ever-growing erection. Not yet at least.

She gently held his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. Aaron had never seen so many pillows on a bed. It did look inviting. They stood and kissed. He spun her around and with her back to him. He pushed her over the bed. Keeping his palm on the small of her back, he gradually began grinding his clothed pelvis onto her up stretched ass. He could hear her breathing slowly increase.

‘This is the most fun I’ve ever had with my clothes on,’ he thought. Aaron changed his direction from a circular one to a full back and forth assault. He could feel the increase of moisture between the two clothed areas. Sherri reached back and Aaron grabbed her hands allowing for the assault to really rock the bed. Before they both knew it, she had orgasmed. The only way he could tell was that her breathing actually stopped, followed by a primal growl.

She never uttered a word about stopping but Aaron could feel that his dick was beginning to chafe. So, instead of stopping, he slowed down his pace. Sherri must have come at least two times before he stopped. He had never experienced this with his ex-wife.

As he stood there, she just laid there, thinking ‘This man made me come with my clothes on. What the hell?’

Aaron retreated from her ass and, without a word, Sherri got off the bed and took all her clothes off. He followed suit. She quickly pulled back the bedspread and sheet and dove into the bed. He uncovered her, and on her back, pulled her to the edge of the bed.

Grasping his dick in his hand he directed the tip to her exposed and swollen clitoris. Then, rhythmically, he gently rubbed the head side to side along the hood of the clit. All the while, he moved his hips in unison with the assault. Once again, her breathing became louder and heavier. After a few minutes she stopped breathing, her body contracted and she started that growl. Man, this woman was sexually charged.

Changing it up, he now rubbed the head up and down, flipping the hood of the clit up and down like a tiddlywink. It was so much excitement that he ejaculated all over her stomach which she reached down and rubbed into her body like cleansing cream. Once again, this woman was hot.

Publisher & Purchase Link: www.atnpublishing.com

Whisper Sweet Nothings-Layla Hunter #promo #book #erotic #fiction

Whisper Sweet Nothings

Blurb:

Sarah Cole never expected to find herself divorced and nearly broke at the age of thirty-four, no less working part-time as a phone sex operator for Whisper Sweet Nothings.

Solely responsible for the care of her grandmother, she's willing to do whatever she needs to care for the woman who raised her, even if it means foregoing her dream to sing.

News of his impending deployment turns Lt. Samuel Meade's world upside down, and he finds himself alone to face the unknown when unexpectedly abandoned by his girlfriend.

Eager to help him shake the blues, friends set him up with Whisper Sweet Nothings for a little fun before deployment. Not wanting to seem ungrateful or endure the merciless ribbing of his buddies, he goes ahead with the call, expecting the worst.

Instead, he finds Sherry (aka Sarah Cole), a kindred soul as seemingly lost as he is.

Neither could have imagined the instant bond forged that night, the foundation for a friendship that would span nearly a year. Sharing heartfelt letters with a woman he's never met, Sam finds himself falling for her.

Scarred in more ways than one during his deployment, Sam returns stateside suffering from PTSD and a painful leg injury. Convincing himself that he is as broken as his dream of pursuing her, he gives himself over to despair.

Unbeknownst to them, with the help of a friend, they find themselves face to face, embarking on a journey of self-discovery, acceptance and a once in a lifetime love.

Excerpt:

Sarah jumped when the phone finally rang, staring at the console like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move. What the hell was she doing?  This was insane, an introverted, thirty-something, afraid-of-her-own-shadow architect-wannabe trying to pass herself off as a phone sex operator? She'd lost her mind.

"Are you going to get that or what?" Rachel chided. Sarah looked helplessly to her designated trainer.

"You can do this. Remember why you are doing this, sweetie. It makes it easier. I'll be nearby," the woman reassured her.

Sarah nodded, adjusting her headset and reaching over to press the flashing button—the button that would lead her down a path she'd never pictured herself traversing, especially not at this point in her life.

When she began training, she'd been asked to pick a name for herself and had chosen Sherry. It had a sweet, girl-next-door quality to it unlike her actual name. Her eccentric, literary-minded mother had thought it a wonderful idea to name her only daughter Scheherazade, although most of her friends called her Sarah. Tonight, though, she was Sherry, a sexy voiced seductress on the other end of a telephone entertaining horny men and perverts and…

Stop! You can do this Sarah. If you could live through one of the most brutal divorces in recorded history, you can do this.

"Hello, this is Sherry. Welcome to Whisper Sweet Nothings…have you called us before?" she asked sweetly even though her hands shook and her heart pounded painfully within her chest. Quickly, she glanced at the computer screen to scan a few details about her caller.

"Uh, no…this is…well, this is my first time calling."

Given she was new she'd been told she would get the undecided first-timers or the clients who wanted a more vanilla experience. Most of the women here had a specialty…BDSM, fetish, gay/lesbian, etc. As she trained, she could add to her repertoire if she chose which would increase her moneymaking potential.

"Not to worry. That's why they put you in my very capable hands. I will take care of you. What's your name?" she asked, pulling out the scripts she had studied ad nauseum.

"Sam. My name is Sam. Know what…this was a mistake. I…I should go. I'm sorry, ma'am…I didn't mean to waste your time and…"

She could hear his voice trembling and her heart went out to him. He was as nervous as she was. "Sam…listen to me. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but would it make you feel better to know that this is my first time too?"

She caught the look of disdain from Rachel who shook her head from side to side, obviously a mistake and likely not to be her first. Sorry, she mouthed, turning her attention back to Sam.

"I think you are just saying that to keep me on the line."

She smiled. "No, this really is my first time. I'll make you a deal. We take this one-step at a time…together. How does that sound?"

There was a moment of silence and she thought she'd lost him. Her heart sank.

"That sounds fine."

"So tell me…what is it you were looking for when you called me tonight?"

Purchase Link: http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/

Publisher Link: http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/

Layla Hunter

Icognito-Morgan K Wyatt #sex #excerpt #adult #fiction

Incognito

Blurb:  

Teresa Gallagher did not expect to become an old maid school teacher at the great age of thirty-six, but she does teach and is single. She also didn’t expect a gorgeous stranger to slip into her university writing class. The man claims a historical name as his own and an interest in writing. She has high school students who lie better.

Marcus Aronson specializes in small colleges with problems. His company usually gobbles up the college, lays off people and takes over administration. Jefferson is his latest project. He slips into a classroom to check out if a favorite professor might be the embezzler. What he finds instead is a passionate woman hiding behind a button up exterior. Someone needs to release Teresa from her inhibitions and that someone would be him. There were rules about mixing business and pleasure. Rules he intended to break.

Excerpt:

Marcus decided her expression wasn’t overly welcoming. Had he read the kiss wrong or was the problem that he shouldn’t know where she lived? Only a nosy person or someone with access to personnel records would know that. Still, her cutoff shorts were hot. What did that shirt say? He read the words aloud until she covered it with her hands. “Straight men…” Wait, what did she cover up?

He walked closer until they were nose to nose. The coconut-scented suntan oil teased his nostrils. Visions of tropical nights spent under a full moon, rolling around with Teresa’s long legs wrapped around him filled his mind's eye. Speaking of legs, he glanced down to the limbs in question. Just as long and as magnificent as he imagined them that made it a double shame to cover them up. Still, he knew teen boys needed little to start erotic fantasies about their teachers. Why give them more fodder?

Her lips held onto the circle of surprise, which made him think of other ways he could shock those delectable lips. The slight hush of the pool filter, children playing in the distance, plus a tinny muffled dog barking registered in a corner of his mind. Two feminine hands held tightly under her breasts owned the majority of his attention. Whatever word she might be trying to hide with her hands did not quite cover the arrow pointing downward to an interesting zone.

“My sister-in-law’s a jokester. The shirt is a souvenir from her San Francisco trip.” She said the words breathlessly, while staring up in his eyes.

Placing his larger hands over hers, he deliberately wrapped his fingers around hers with the intention of lifting her hands off the obvious inappropriate word. What he didn’t count on was her determination to keep the word covered or their precarious perch at the edge of the pool.

“C’mon,” he cajoled when she pressed her hands even tighter to her midriff as if she might be attempting CPR on herself.

She shook her head. “Nope, I’d rather be shirtless than have you read my humiliating shirt.”

Shirtless? Oh yes, he could go for that. “Sounds good to me.” His hands dove to the bottom of her shirt to help her remove it. A forceful push sent him wind-milling into the pool, clothes, shoes, sunglasses, and damn it, cell phone, and all.

She stood peering into the pool, her body quivering with suppressed laughter. He fished out his cellphone laid it on the edge of the pool. Her expression told him she couldn’t believe her eyes as he pulled out his wallet, his keys, and a waterlogged package of mints. He reached under the water, pulled off one, then another topsider and flung it onto the cement.

“What are you doing?” She stared at the growing pile.

He smiled at her very interested mien. The woman ate him up with her eyes. Good. He unbuttoned the two buttons on his polo and pulled it over his head. He wrung out his wet shirt, twirled it over his head like a stripper, and pitched in her direction, hitting her with a satisfying smack.

“Looks like someone invited me in for a swim.”

Her mouth opened and closed with no words coming out.

“Unfortunately, I forgot my suit so I have to improvise.” He slipped the belt from his khakis and let it float on top of the water like some mythical serpent. Teresa’s eyes followed as if it were Nessie. To think he took time considering what would be the right thing to wear only to end up drenched. Business casual did not serve him well.

Her eyes stayed glued to him as he reached for his waistband. “I’ll be right back,” she announced as she darted to the patio door. “Don’t go anywhere.”

Purchase Link: http://www.amazon.com/Incognito

Publisher Link: www.secretcravingspublishing.com