Tuesday, June 16, 2015

New #boxedSet! New Cover! (@naughtyLiterati @MFRW_ORG #99cents #romance)

While it's been quiet here at the Velvet Lair, I've been anything but lazy.

The Naughty Literati released a boxed set about a month ago, but hey, guess what? We have another coming out in a couple of weeks, and that means--yes! A new cover, preorder links, new hot contests and great new stories for your reading pleasure this summer.

So please welcome Naughty Escapes, eleven stories about sexy summertime getaways. Read about couples discovering love in all kinds of fun places: a penthouse playroom in San Francisco, the shore of Lake Superior, a deserted island in The Bermuda Triangle, a Mob-controlled nightclub in pre-revolutionary Havana, along an English river, a Parisian sex club, a nude beach in Barcelona, the ancient Mayan ruins at Chichen Itza, a villa overlooking Lake Como in Italy, a Berlin honeymoon, and a swanky condo in Zurich.

Here's a snippet from my story, One Hot Havana Night. I wrote much of it while scouting locations in Havana, Cuba, when I visited in March.

"But wait!" you cry. "What's it about?"

Well, okay. Here's the blurbage:

Havana, 1958... On the eve of the revolution, journalist Ellie Wheeler dreams of the biggest story of her life. Two hot men make all her dreams come true—even ones she didn’t know she had.

Guess what? It includes a sexy M/F/M ménage.

Here’s an excerpt to sharpen your appetite:

The big doors closed behind her with a click.

She turned to see Almonte leaning against them, eyeing her with predatory interest gleaming in his dark eyes. Her belly fluttered. She’d exposed corrupt union bosses and crooked politicians, but this was really the first time she’d played with the big boys. Organized crime was nothing to treat casually, and she’d thought she was ready.

Maybe not.

He stalked toward her. “Take that stupid thing off. It fools no one.” He tugged at her wig.

“Ow!” She put a hand up to her head to stop him. “My hair clashes dreadfully with my dress.”

 “Then take off your dress.” He slid one long, dark finger along the curve of her neck to her shoulder. The contact tingled in a way she hadn’t before experienced. “Strip for me.”

She turned to him, her eyes wide.

He laughed. “I thought you said anything for the story. You knew what would happen when you came up here. Shall we not pretend?”

She swallowed hard. How had she gotten into this predicament?

By being Hell on Wheels. Everyone thought she was brassy and bold. They had no idea she was still a virgin.

Here’s where you can score a copy. Preorder now!

And check out our home page for a fantastic contest for a Kindle Fire loaded with fabulous reading, including all four of our anthologies plus a bunch of other novels!

Good luck!

And watch this space for a fabulous new contest--with a chance to win every day!

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