A Sexy Sporty V-Day Snippet (#99cents #romance #NewAdult #boxedset #sexysnippets)

It's been my pleasure to participate in three boxed sets in the last few months. Working with other authors has been very gratifying, stimulating and inspiring.

I wrote Naughty Balls for the Naughty Literati's new Valentine's Day boxed set. Candidly, I've never cared for Valentine's Day, especially since I rarely have a date for that evening. There's nothing more calculated to make a person feel like a loser, but with time I have come to realize that unless a relationship is on a very firm foundation, one can't expect a V-Day date. And as I'm dating around at this point, I'm destined to spend V-Day with my computer watching cat videos on Facebook.

Oh,well.

That was the fate confronting my heroine, Penny, in Naughty Balls. But, being an avid basketball player, she instead went to shoot a few hoops in her college gym, where she found Orlando Havens, another player without a date on V-Day night.

So here's my seven-sentence sexy snippet...

But wait! you cry. Who are the Naughty Literati?

We’re a group of authors who’ve come together to showcase our epic talents in stories filled with powerful eroticism and satisfying romance. Our tales range from heartwarming and sweet to scorching hot erotic; medieval to futuristic; humans to aliens and shape-shifters; vanilla committed couples to kinky ménage fun.  

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Now, here's the snippet:

I stared at his chest to avoid getting trapped by his gaze again. But his chest was ripped like the rest of him and shiny with sweat. Not gross sweat, sexy sweat.

I wanted to lick it.

I blinked, startled by the thought.

I wanted to lick Orlando Havens’ chest.

Actually, I wanted to do a lot more than lick Orlando’s chest.


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A #99cent Saturday Spanking from Suz deMello

This spanking comes with a nod toward Valentine's Day and, yes, that movie... I've discounted the book from $3.99 to 99 cents for the weekend!

In publishing my BDSM memoir, Perilous Play: The Real Fifty Shades, I observed people, quoted them, criticized them. Naturally I had to run the manuscript by folks I featured, even if I fictionalized their names as well as the times and places where we met.

One such person was Trapper Hart, my first Dom. My misadventures with Trapper comprise a large chunk of Perilous Play since, because it was my first kink relationship, had an enormous impact. In fact, Trapper left me not only with a broken heart, but a huge case of PTSD and a bladder infection.

We met to discuss the book on Valentine's Day exactly one year ago. He told me he did not want to think he was "that guy." I looked him straight in the eyes and said, "I told the absolute truth."

He visibly wilted, and when we parted that night, apologized for his poor conduct.

BFD.

Anyhoo--the sex was OTT great even if Trapper and I were, ahem, not well suited otherwise.

Here's a sexy little spanking scene for ya:

...he wrapped his arms around me in a full-body embrace.

I had never felt so cherished in my life. Trapper’s hugs were all consuming, his

kisses magic.

Then, without warning, he swatted my bottom. Hard.

I yelped.

“Don’t yell in my ear,” he growled, and slapped my ass again.

I buried my face in his shoulder and emitted a squeak.

Here's what the book is about:

One woman’s journey into the contemporary kink underworld, Perilous Play is Suz deMello’s explosive personal account of her experiences with BDSM. Engaging and honest, this groundbreaking memoir will grab you and never let you go.

Here's where you'll find it: http://tinyurl.com/MemoirDeMello (Amazon)

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Perilous Play Leaves Suz Hot and Bothered (#memoir #50shades #BDSM)

The assignment from TPTB at Book Boyfriends Cafe this Friday is to give you, faithful readers, a scene in which our heroine has become hot and bothered by the hero's seductive blandishments.

The following describes one of my first submissive sexual experiences:

We explored the dungeon and the equipment. The play space was clean and nicely decorated, with the usual emphasis on chains and black leather. There were Saint Andrew’s crosses, racks and slings, all of which intrigued me. The old-fashioned dentist’s chair startled me. I’ve been with a dentist, and little about him had been sexy.

Upstairs was a huge, romantically draped bed with sturdy-looking bedposts. A few feet away was a contraption that looked as though it had been designed with bondage and discipline in mind. It had a horizontal ring to hold the face and head attached to a surface, perhaps three feet long, for one’s torso to rest upon. Arm and leg supports, and every inch of it was padded. Every part of it had rings for the attachment of ropes or chains.

I looked at him and then this…bondage device…and then back at him. He smiled.

I said, “I want you to know that when we do this, I’m going to develop some deep feelings for you. I’m falling for you.” I know myself fairly well, and am aware that for me, sex and intimacy are intertwined. I wish I didn’t feel that way, but I tend to become emotionally involved with the men I’m fucking. The weekend had already been very intimate, and deeper intimacy was coming. I asked Trapper, “Can you deal with that?”

I needed to know that I would be taken care of. Not just my body but my mind and heart as well.

He told me, “Yes, there will be a role for you.”

A niggle of doubt itched me briefly, but at the time, that was enough for me to hear. I was eager to advance into this new experience, one I had craved for so long.

He directed me to remove some of my outerwear before hooding and gagging me. Then he guided me to the whatever-it-was and eased me onto it face down. He secured wrist and ankle restraints around me, then tied them to it. Lifting my skirt, he cut off my black lace panties.

I told myself never to wear panties around Trapper again. What for?

So I was bound to immobility and completely available. I was gagged, which meant that I could maybe grunt out my “safe word” if necessary. Or not.

Again, I don’t recall exactly what happened.

I remember being spanked, flogged and thoroughly fucked. I remember being smacked repeatedly with something—I didn’t know what, but I suspected it was made of leather—that hurt like a motherfucker. I recall begging him, “Please, sir, please sir, please sir…” through the gag.

I remember coming a lot.

I remember Trapper bending over me, covering me with his body and heat, hissing into my ear, “Whose are you?”

To which I promptly responded, “I’m yours.”

And I meant it.

The excerpt is from Perilous Play: The Real Fifty Shades. Very little in this fictionalized memoir is untrue. The above scene definitely happened.

Here's what the book is about:

One woman’s journey into the contemporary kink underworld, Perilous Play is Suz deMello’s explosive personal account of her experiences with BDSM. Engaging and honest, this groundbreaking memoir will grab you and never let you go.

Links:

http://tinyurl.com/MemoirDeMello(Amazon)

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Let yourself be TAKEN by M.S.Kaye in "Endless as the Rain"

Endless as the Rain

Book one of the Taken series

by M.S. Kaye

When Adriane Graham discovers a city councilman is part of an embezzlement ring, she doesn't realize her life is in danger until Alec Kadan, the son of a mobster, kidnaps her—not to kill but to protect her. But why? And how does he know so much about her, right down to her favorite books? In order to find out, Adriane must get past Alec's anger and secrecy to unravel his past and find the key to her own.

To be released tomorrow! 

2/13/15

Excerpt:

The thought that was still eating at me was the possibility of rejection. I’d heard women talk about how almost any woman can get a man’s attention once, that men generally have a strong drive and will usually take most opportunities. But Alec was strong-minded. If he truly didn’t want a woman, I was certain he’d reject her.

It was a risk.

One I was willing to take.

I peeked into the hall to be certain no one was around, and then walked silently through the shadows. I turned the corner toward his room.

My mind couldn’t help but to wander. I began to see images—at first his surprise, and then understanding, and hopefully his arousal. I saw kissing and removal of clothes before lying down. I hoped he wouldn’t feel the need to talk or to ask why. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hide my true motivations.

My feet stopped.

I couldn’t do it.

I wouldn’t trick him like that—hide the truth from him just to have what I wanted.

Only a couple feet from his door, I turned, somehow feeling pride, shame, and disappointment all in that one turn.

The click of a door opening—his door.

I managed not to jump.

“Adriane?”

I turned half way to look at him over my shoulder. “I’m sorry I woke you. I was just

feeling restless.” It wasn’t a complete lie.

As I looked at him, my resolve wavered for a second. His expression was beyond kind but with a little concern—for my sanity, no doubt. He still wore his slacks and dress shirt but barefoot, and his shirt was untucked and unbuttoned. His hair was a little disheveled, and what absolutely killed me was the slight sheen of his skin, as if I’d woken him from an intense dream. His skin seemed to glow in the faint light, and his eyes took on that deep shadowed effect. Why did he have to look like that? He was perfect in every other way. Why this too?

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

So as not to seem rude, I turned to face him properly. “No. I was just restless. Please go back to sleep.” And please don’t look at me too closely.

He took a step closer. At least it was dark. I ran my fingers through my hair to casually pull it back.

He took a breath.

“Are you sure?” he said.

I crossed my arms, pretending I was cold, but really trying to hide my chest. I worried, though, that I only succeeded in creating more cleavage.

Did his eyes just flicker? No, it was too dark to see his eyes clearly.

“I’m fine,” I said, “just a little cold.” I turned to leave.

He didn’t respond, and I continued my escape. Once my door closed, I pressed my back against it, head leaned and eyes closed. My heart pounded. It shouldn’t be legal to look like that.

Faintly, I heard his door close. Then I jumped at a loud pounding sound, like someone punching a wall, and his voice, though muffled from distance. “Dammit.”

It was only maybe ten minutes later that I heard his footsteps. The sound of his shoes, no longer bare feet, quickly moved down the stairs. It was only three in the morning.

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Get Hooked by "THE REAL FIFTY SHADES"--Perilous Play by Suz deMello (#BDSM #50shades #romance)

I'll confess: I got hooked.

While I've always been hooked on books, today I'm talking about a man. A very sexy, enticing man.

His name was Trapper Hart and he was my first Dom.

This is how he hooked me:

I had met Trapper Hart a couple months before—we attended the same law school. One day, mentally drained after a con law midterm, I left the classroom to find a tall, well-built guy lingering outside. Smiling, he engaged me in conversation, and I tried to seem really interesting because, articulate and attractive, he was everything I looked for in a man.

He didn’t ask me out right away. We started our friendship in the library, where he’d bring me cappuccinos—wet with extra foam, and treats—he knew I liked double fudge brownies with nuts.  

He’d found out what I liked, and I luxuriated in the notion that he really cared. I didn’t know this man well, but he had a knack for getting under my defenses. I’d had numerous boyfriends, and none had ever bothered to discover my cappuccino and brownie preferences. It was special, and made me feel special.

Here's what the book is about:

One woman’s journey into the contemporary kink underworld, Perilous Play is Suz deMello’s explosive personal account of her experiences with BDSM. Engaging and honest, this groundbreaking memoir will grab you and never let you go.

On sale now for the discounted price of $3.99!

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/509003 (smashwords)

http://tinyurl.com/MemoirDeMello (Amazon)

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Enjoy a V-Day Romance with "Forever Your Valentine" by Susan Hughes

Faith Kinley would rather forget all about Valentine’s Day. Last February 14th, she caught her husband with another woman. This Valentine’s Day takes a turn for the better when Faith runs into dead-sexy Cole McKenna. Attraction crackles between them, but Cole’s a confirmed bachelor whose career as a hockey scout keeps him on the road most of the year. With her heart still mending from her divorce, Faith resolves to keep her relationship with Cole strictly platonic—a pledge that becomes harder to keep as they grow closer. Will one night together ruin their friendship, or could they be falling in love?

Excerpt:

Cole finished off the daisy chain by joining the first stem to the last, and then placed the crown over her hair. His mouth canted into an uncertain smile.

She reached up to gingerly touch the blooms circling her head. “I love it.”

“I love how you look in it.”

Faith curled her fingers around his hand. She felt warm and alive beside him, so peaceful and so much herself, as though she’d regained the equilibrium she’d lost a year and a half ago when she’d discovered Ted’s infidelity and her world spun apart. Somehow the pieces of her shattered spirit had settled back into place, and when she looked at Cole, and touched him, pure happiness sprouted in her heart.

She stepped closer and tilted her face up to brush her mouth against his. Resting her hand on his nape, she closed her eyes and welcomed the warmth of his arms encircling her waist to hold her close. Cole’s lips caressed hers with gentle strokes that gradually deepened, until her blood flowed hot with response.

Breaking the kiss, she eased away from him but held his gaze. The orange light of the sunset glowed in his eyes like flames.

“I guess we should head back to the airport,” he said in a thickened voice, and then cleared his throat.

Faith shook her head. She drew a breath before replying. “Do you suppose they have any vacant rooms at that bed and breakfast you mentioned?”

He stared at her with his brows gathered. “I don’t know. I … what are you saying?”

Her heart pulsed against her ribs. “We don’t have to leave tonight, do we? We could head home tomorrow morning.”

 “Is that really what you want?” Cole studied her face with narrowed eyes, assessing.

“Isn’t it what you want?”

“God, yes, but ... I don’t want you to think I brought you here for some grand seduction.”

Author Susan Hughes

Faith arched an eyebrow. “Did you ever question what I had in mind?”

“Well ... no. Not that I didn’t hope...” He lifted a shoulder as one edge of his mouth quirked.

“Today has been so perfect, Cole, I don’t want it to end.” Euphoria swept through her. She’d made the decision to follow her desire rather than second-guess herself. Whatever tomorrow might bring, she wanted Cole tonight.

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Get HOTWIRED by Anita Philmar

Hotwired for each other... 

When Ross Dixon is kidnapped from his office, along with the sexy lawyer who'd been busting his balls over a deal that should have been a walk in the park, he wakes to find a devotion chip surgically implanted in his brain. If that isn't bad enough, the chip, designed to trigger emotional reactions between him and the woman lying next to him, is working overtime on his libido. 

Mistaken for Ross's flavor of the month, Kayla Michaels, a 22nd century lawyer, doesn't have a problem spending time in Ross's bed--or over his desk--but she wants no part in the romantic feelings the chip is provoking. She's been down that road before and ended up burned. 

Kayla and Ross struggle to find answers while coming to terms with the constant lust sizzling between them, but along the way each wonders if the emotions are real or just a side effect of being hotwired.

                                                                    Excerpt:

“Mr. Dixon, my parents have been down this road before with your company. This time, I plan to  iron out any problems before they even see the contract.” Unwilling to play around, she used her best lawyer voice to drive home her point. “They’re still not certain they want to sell. So don’t waste my time with anything less than your best offer.”

“Kayla, this proposal isn’t like any of the others. Your parents will make enough money to retire and never have to work again.” Ross leaned back in his chair as if she couldn’t find a single issue with the contract. 

She pulled out her minicomputer. “Mr. Dixon,  money isn’t the only issue. Several other items need to be clarified.” 

“Okay, Kayla, where do you want to start?”

His compliance to her demand didn’t ease her anxieties. As a shark in the business world, he didn’t enter into a contract unless he hoped to recoup his cost. So why did he want her parents’ property?

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Author Bio 

Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.

Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.

Naughty or Nice?

Read her books and decide.

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