Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Writing Dark Erotic Romance by Christina Mandara, author of The Velvet Chair plus Giveaway



Writing Dark Erotic Romance
by Christina Mandara

When I began writing dark erotic romance, I had no idea of the pitfalls I would shortly encounter. The world has entered a stage of ‘political correctness’ that seems to give erotica writers a slap in the face at every possible opportunity, yet horror writers face none of the same similar censure or disgust.

I was told that everyone wants sex positive stories. The word ‘non-consensual’ was immediately frowned at and I received criticism from every turn. If my book received a nomination for an award, the chances were it would be banned from the competition once read. When I was nominated for best blogger award, I was consequently slated for my non-consensual work.

Why?

My kind of stories aren’t new. Okay, the level of kinky sex might be new, but in essence ‘non-consensual’ stories have been about for years. I guarantee you’ll find a whole bunch of them in the romance rack, the ones where the heroine is forced into marriage, or through her misdeeds ends up entangled with the billionaire. Then there’s the Viking invader who kills everyone but the princess, the dashing rake who steals away his lady away on horseback… there’s so many I can’t even begin to describe them.

Why aren’t women entitled to have naughty fantasies anymore? Men are. You can surf the net and quickly find every sort of naughtiness you want – it might cost you a few pennies, but it’s there for the taking. Women are finding their naughty ‘top shelf’ books removed from bookstore searches, hidden from view, or banned altogether.  What’s wrong with a good, old-fashioned naughty book?

Quote from George R.R. Martin

“I can describe an axe entering a human skull in great explicit detail and no one will blink twice at it. I provide a similar description, just as detailed, of a penis entering a vagina, and I get letters about it and people swearing off. To my mind this is kind of frustrating, it’s madness. Ultimately, in the history of [the] world, penises entering vaginas have given a lot of people a lot of pleasure; axes entering skulls, well, not so much.”

For the most part, men watch naughty films whilst women read naughty books. Our brains just aren’t wired the same way. I fail to see why I can’t read what I want in fiction land (it is fantasy after all…) because a few people have decided that I must read PC sexual fantasies.

Quote from Anne Rice

As a feminist, I’m very much supportive of equal rights for women in all walks of life. And that includes for me the right of every woman to write out her sexual fantasies and to read books filled with sexual fantasies that she enjoys. Men have always enjoyed all kinds of pornography. How can it be wrong for women to have the same right? We’re sexual beings! And fantasy is where we can do the things we can’t do in ordinary life. A woman has a right to imagine herself carried away by a handsome prince, and to choose for herself as she writes, the color of his hair and eyes, and imagine his silky voice. She has a right to make him as tall as she wants and as strong as she wants. Why not? Men have always allowed themselves such fantasies.

Why are people so worried about non-consensual erotica?

Anyone who’s read either my book, or Anne Rice’s Beauty series will realize immediately that they’re in the land of fantasy. You don’t see paddocks full of naked pony-girls very often, so it’s not a hard conclusion to come by.

You don’t read Superman and expect to be able to fly off buildings, similarly, you don’t read dark erotica and head off to a deserted alleyway in the hope of being kidnapped. That’s why it’s called FICTION. It’s make-believe.

The fantasy is exciting because the hero and heroine can’t resist each other. They immediately find each other attractive, whether they want to or not, and the push and pull factor these kinds of stories provide has me entranced.

Do I want anything like that to happen to me in real life? Absolutely not! But in fantasyland it’s exquisite reading and I want to see more of it on the shelves, please!
  

The Velvet Chair
C.P. Mandara

(Velvet Lies #1)
Publication date: February 6th 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance

“Oh, darling. You’re going to be so easy to conquer.” His finger reached under my chin and pulled my face back to meet his. “I can’t wait to strip you out of that dress and watch you crawl around my home naked. I’m going to spank that delectable ass with every damn pervertible I can find. Hairbrushes, wooden spoons, spatulas, and I might even try a damn baking sheet. That ass of yours is always going to be prettily pink and perfectly swollen while you’re under my roof.”
My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.
Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.
I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle… for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.
I am never wrong.


Author Bio:
Christina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.
In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.
C.P. Mandara’s Sexy Sizzler Newsletter Sign Up: http://bit.ly/1MVubkR

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Friday, May 19, 2017

Book Blitz: Gage by Nana Malone plus Giveaway


Gage
Nana Malone

(The Player, #6)
Publication date: May 16th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Sports

Money, power, prestige…Legacy. Gage Coulter is —The Player.
His whole life, all, basketball player, Gage Coulter, has heard is how he was meant to play basketball. Meant to be on the court. Meant to be elite. So what happens if he can’t even play on the damn team? With his father in and out of the hospital and more practice time than he’s used to, he’s struggling to hold up the ship and his grades are showing it. With his starting position in jeopardy, he needs help from the one girl on campus who can’t stand him. Too bad, she’s also the one girl he can’t get out of his head.
Becker Johnson has a plan for her life. And it doesn’t include doing some jock’s homework so he can toss a ball in the net or whatever. She’s getting the Collins Scholarship and moving to New York. See, all planned out. Until her adviser drops a bombshell. While her grades are excellent, she’ll need some work experience to be eligible for the scholarship. And lucky Becker, he’s got just the right student for her.
EXCERPT:
“Now comes the part of the night where I warn you I’m going to touch you.”
She swallowed hard. “Uh, okay. Just where are you going to touch me?”
He leaned close and whispered. “This is the part where you’ll just have to trust me.”
She couldn’t help but hold her breath. “You’re telling me you know how to dance?” she inquired.
“Well…my mother was a dancer before she married my father,” he told her. “All of us at least have a sense of rhythm. It can come in handy where coordination and learning intricate plays is concerned.”
He was right about having a sense of rhythm. Considering his height, he moved well to the music. He might not have had very fancy moves, but he was able to sway and keep time well for someone with such a tall frame. She might have expected him to look like some sort of disjointed marionette, but he was smooth as he pulled her in against his chest, curling around her so that his head hovered above hers and she could feel his warm breath near her ear.
She was hyperaware of his hands, his breath, his scent. She wanted him to touch her. Wanted his hands on her. Because you are a glutton for punishment. She turned in his arms, her ass gently brushing his thighs, his arm reaching around her and pressing her backwards so his chest would brush against her back, his arm inadvertently rubbing against her breasts.
The music switched from quick, pounding beats to something a little slower, but still so deep that it throbbed in her blood as she swayed and reached up behind her to get a hold of Gage, her hand sliding along his shoulder until she found his neck, gently tugging him to her.
He trailed his fingers up her side until he reached her elbow, then he curled his hand so his palm skimmed the flesh of her arms, leaving goose bumps behind.
Gage leaned down. “Becks?”
“Hmm?”
“I think we have an audience. Daniel’s got his eyes trained on you like a hawk right now. And we probably need to establish that we’re for sure a thing.”
Oh boy, he was talking about the kiss. Not the teasing ones he’d been giving her all night, the ones they’d been putting on for show. But the big one. “Uh, okay.”
Gage took her hand and led her through the crowd to the quieter hallway near the bathroom. At the end of the hallway, there was an alcove with a huge bay window that looked over the canyons of the backyard. It was the perfect spot. Just enough traffic so that everyone would report that they’d been all over each other, and private enough that it wasn’t just an outright show.
Gage studied her, paying close attention to her lips. “Hey, Becks,”
“Yeah?” she whispered.
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
Becker acted before her brain could think her out of doing the one thing she’d been dying to do. Tipping her head up, ever so slightly.
His chest rumbled with a low growl. For a second, he held her tighter, bringing her closer against his lean, hard frame.
A shiver stole up her back. “Uh, maybe we could go slow. I don’t think—”
“We’ll go as slow as you like.”
He was going to kiss her. Even as she braced herself, Becker knew she was in trouble. She’d been able to keep him at arm’s length for so long.
He dipped his head, and his lips hovered over hers for a moment. “Relax, this is supposed to be fun.” The first brush of his lips over hers was soft.
As soon as Becker relaxed into him, he wrapped his hand around her in an embrace so tight it could keep the world at bay. He shifted the angle of his head and deepened the kiss. She couldn’t help but respond to his insistent tongue as it probed and slid over hers. Teasing, tasting, testing to see if he could intensify the heat. The moment his hands went to her hips and pulled them against his, Becker was lost.
The heat that pooled in the center of her chest spread throughout her body, scorching the fine hairs on her skin from the inside out. His hands stayed at her waist, but his thumbs drew slow circles on her hip bones that promised hotter things to come.
For once, Becker didn’t overthink. For once, she didn’t overanalyze. For once, she didn’t let fear rule and she just felt. Hot. Tight. Itchy. Gage was her balm. She needed more. She wanted more. Becker moaned, and the sound bounced off the walls.
Gage kissed like an expert, demanding that she respond to him. This guy could give kissing lessons. And she’d be the first one in line. Every. Single. Time. Her nipples hardened to points with every movement of his chest against hers. He backed her against the wall of the deserted hallway and pressed his body into hers.
The cautious part of her brain tried to send up a flare. Tried to send out a warning. Tried to send out fear signals, but every instinct told her to feel, to enjoy, that she had nothing to fear here. All she had to do was feel.


Author Bio:
USA Today Best Seller, Nana Malone's love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she "borrowed" from her cousin.
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.
Want to know when the next book is coming? Hit up her Newsletter here. You'll only get updated when there is a new release or a special promotion for her Sexy, Sassy Readers. http://eepurl.com/2PeXb

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Thursday, May 18, 2017

Book Blitz: The Future of Sex by Aubrey Parker plus Giveaway


The Future of Sex
Aubrey Parker

(The Future of Sex, #1)
Publication date: May 16th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction

Love doesn’t matter. Romance doesn’t exist.
In the year 2060, sex is a game of extremes. No desire is unexplored and even the unimaginable is possible.
Alexa Mathis, head of the monolithic O Corporation, has found a prodigy she believes will drive her sex empire to rapturous new limits: Chloe Shaw, a common girl with uncanny gifts that make her a powerful escort.
Chloe doesn’t believe in love. She believes in ecstasy, and her employer’s newest tool to usher “the future of sex”: an intelligent network known as The Beam.
And so it is until she meets Andrew … and the whole world changes.
The Future of Sex is a 12-part romance/sci-fi series exploring the line between today’s conception of love and the sensations that await us in the future.
EXCERPT:
“Close your eyes.”
Andrew was startled. He’d been listening to music when Chloe entered, and hadn’t heard her approach. His door was unlatched, without a digital lock. He hadn’t been kidding about being poor. His connection was isolated to the terminal playing the music. He lived like a bohemian, and his apartment was little more than masonry and glass. She felt guilty about using her Beam connection to ferret out Andrew’s address, but once her hands were on his hips, her chest pressing into his back, Chloe no longer cared.
“You surprised me.”
She reached toward the terminal — a simple, no-frills model — and touched his screen to change the music, choosing something soft and lyrical to replace it. Something sappy and lovelorn that her mother would mock.
“Close your eyes,” she repeated.
He hesitated. She couldn’t see his eyes because she was behind him, but Andrew’s body language betrayed a man at attention. His moment of reluctance gave her pause until she realized his doubt was about himself rather than her.
“Chloe …”
“Just do it.”
She sensed his eyes closing. Then she rested her hands on his chest, palm flat. The movement was sensual, but not sexual. Her default would have been to go below the belt, so she kept her hands high.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Feeling.”
“I wish I worked out more.”
“Not feeling you. I meant that I’m attempting to feel. To emote.”
“How is it going?”
“I don’t know.”
And she didn’t. Chloe was feeling just fine, but it was like an ingrained response to Andrew’s presence. If he were feeling doubtful or down, her chameleon nature would want her to adapt, to touch him in just the right ways and say just the right things. She wasn’t sure if her genuine reaction — if she’d ever felt such a thing — was the same.
“You don’t know?”
“What do you want me to say, Andrew?”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“What do you want from me? How would you have me feel?”
Andrew hesitated. “Is this a test?”
He sounded concerned, or even more doubtful than before — the opposite of his usual carefree, playful self. Something had been wrong at the park, and it had occupied Chloe’s mind, heavy like an anchor, ever since. That same thing was still wrong, but had matured into something else.
“No,” she said. “It’s not a test.”
“I don’t want you to feel anything. You feel what you feel.”
It was such a simple thing to say, yet Chloe didn’t know if her body and mind understood.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Nervous.” It was the truth, but she wasn’t sure if it was her base or something more meta. Was she nervous for her own reasons, or because she wasn’t sure how she truly felt?
“Me too,” he said.
With her flat palms, Chloe could feel his heart. “I can tell.”
“I don’t know what to make of you, Chloe.” His words were rushed as if he’d been dying to say them.
“Nobody seems to.”
“I don’t know if I like you for you, or if I like the person you’re becoming so that I will like you.”
Chloe turned Andrew around. She didn’t have to tell him to open his eyes. He did so automatically, those usually-playful orbs suddenly so serious.
“So,” she said, “you can tell.”
“I don’t know what I can tell.”
“You’re conflicted. There’s something wrong.”
“Conflicted,” he echoed. “But nothing’s wrong.” Then: “At least, I hope not.”
“But you don’t know.”
“Honestly? I don’t.”
“My whole life is about feeling, but it’s always as a response.” Chloe swallowed, hesitant to voice what was coming. “But I know how I feel about that — about your hesitation.”
“I think I love you, Chloe.”
“But you don’t know.”
He shook his head.
A tear tickled the corner of her eye.
“And I know how I feel about that, too.” He moved to kiss her.
“Don’t.”
“I want to.”
“Because I want you to?” Chloe asked. “And I want you to because you want to?”
Andrew tipped his head a little; he didn’t have to say that Chloe’s double-talk was confusing them both. He pressed his lips to hers, felt her lack of response, then pulled back. “Does it matter?”


Author Bio:
I love to write stories with characters that feel real enough to friend on Facebook, or slap across the face. I write to make you feel, think, and burn with the thrill that can only come from getting lost in the pages. I love to write unforgettable characters who wrestle with life's largest problems. My books may always end with a Happily Ever After, but there will always be drama on the way there.

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Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Guest Post by Kate Evangelista, author of No Second Chances plus Giveaway



Where the Words Flow
 By Kate Evangelista

When I first decided I wanted writing as a career, all I needed was my laptop. Most often than not, I wrote at my desk in my bedroom. I was happy to plug away, watching the words fill the page, feeling my fingertips on the keys.

Almost a decade into the writing game, I found myself needing variety. First of all, I no longer write first drafts on my laptop. I’ve realized that the longer I’m in this the heavier the pressure becomes. So I needed an escape. I needed to find my creativity again. Plus, I needed somewhere away from the internet. Being on my laptop presented a ton of procrastination opportunities.

Recently, I returned to teaching. Part-time. In the mornings, for about two hours, I teach creative writing to Grade 11 students. There were moments when I would be sitting at my desk while my students wrote out whatever seatwork I had given them for the day. I was looking at a lot of wasted time just sitting. So, armed with a notebook, while my students, wrote I fed on that creative energy like a vampire and used it for my next book.

That was when I discovered a renewed creativity. Writing my first draft by hand allowed me to let go of the pressure and the expectations. I became comfortable with my creativity again.

It’s the summer and I’m writing my next draft, which is why I take the time to drive to my favorite Starbucks. It had been newly renovated. I order my favorite white chocolate latte on ice with a pump of mint syrup and grab a table and start writing in my new notebook. A notebook that I embellished with washi tape and stuck an affirmation that says “Art and Soul” to. Everyone is on vacation, but I don’t feel envious. The inspiration is flowing and I am one happy writer.


I guess the lesson of this post is, as long as I have a beautiful notebook and a great pen in my hand, I can write anywhere. Add to that my favorite drink and the right chair to tabletop ratio and I’m in writer’s heaven.  

No Second Chances
Kate Evangelista

(Dodge Cove #3)
Published by: Swoon Reads
Publication date: May 16th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult

Natasha was DEVASTATED when Jackson, her first love, disappeared without a word only to pop up months later as a famous DJ. But now she’s over it―over him!―and ready to move on with her life! Isn’t she?
Jackson thought he was leaving Dodge Cove behind forever when he set off to LA to start his career as a DJ. But the one thing he had never been able to leave behind was the memory of his first love, Natasha, and now that he’s proven his success, he’s coming home to win her back…
Get ready to stop time, defy gravity and bring down the stars in this final book in Kate Evangelista’s Dodge Cove Trilogy!


Author Bio:
When Kate Evangelista was told she had a knack for writing stories, she did the next best thing: entered medical school. After realizing she wasn’t going to be the next Doogie Howser, M.D., Kate wandered into the Literature department of her university and never looked back. Today, she is a graduate of De La Salle University – Manila with an Bachelor of Arts in Literature. She taught high school English for three years and was an essay consultant for two. Currently she writes full time and is based in the Philippines. To learn more about Kate, please visit her website at www.kateevangelista.com or follow her on Twitter @KateEvangelista


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Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Playlist for Groupie by C.M. Stunich plus Giveaway




(Book #1 in the Rock-Hard Beautiful Trilogy)
Ciao Adios – Anne-Marie
A Match Made In Heaven – Architects
Torn Down – Art Of Dying
Raining - feat. Adam Gontier – Art Of Dying, Adam Gontier
In Between – Beartooth
Vampires (Don't Kill For The Money) – Bleed The Dream
Failure – Breaking Benjamin
Sleepwalking – Bring Me The Horizon
Shadow Moses – Bring Me The Horizon
Lonesome Soul – The Color Morale
Perfect Strangers – The Color Morale
Prey For Me – The Color Morale
Developing Negative – The Color Morale, Craig Owens
Hold On Pain Ends – The Color Morale
Smoke and Mirrors – The Color Morale
Strange Comfort – The Color Morale
Steadfast – The Color Morale
Such Great Heights – Confide
Lead Me Out of the Dark – Crown The Empire
Johnny Ringo – Crown The Empire
Lead Me Out Of The Dark – Crown The Empire
Payphone – Crown The Empire
Satellites (Act iii) – Crown The Empire
Cross Our Bones – Crown The Empire
Machines - Reinvented – Crown The Empire
Millennia - Acoustic – Crown The Empire
Millennia – Crown The Empire
Aftermath – Crown The Empire
Hologram – Crown The Empire
Lucky Us – Crown The Empire
Weight Of The World – Crown The Empire
Signs Of Life – Crown The Empire
Oxygen – Crown The Empire
All I Want – A Day To Remember
We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Off – Ella Eyre
Situations – Escape the Fate
My Apocalypse – Escape the Fate
Day Of Wreckoning – Escape the Fate
Remember Every Scar – Escape the Fate
Breaking Me Down – Escape the Fate
Hate Me – Escape the Fate
Let Me Be – Escape the Fate
End Of The World – Escape the Fate
Just A Memory (Mozaix Remix) – Escape the Fate
On To The Next One – Escape the Fate
You Are So Beautiful – Escape the Fate
Harder Than You Know – Escape the Fate
Caught Like A Fly – Falling In Reverse
Keep Holding On – Falling In Reverse
Crawling In The Dark – Hoobastank
Forever – In This Moment
All For You – In This Moment
You Always Believed – In This Moment
Beautiful Tragedy – In This Moment
Young And Beautiful – Lana Del Rey
Some Nights – Like Moths To Flames
King For A Day – Pierce The Veil, Kellin Quinn
Floral & Fading – Pierce The Veil
Today I Saw the Whole World – Pierce The Veil
Song for Isabelle – Pierce The Veil
Stay Away from My Friends – Pierce The Veil
If You Could See Me Now – The Script
Broken - Featuring Amy Lee – Seether, Amy Lee
Pendulum – A Skylit Drive
Kick Me – Sleeping With Sirens
You Don't Get Me High Anymore – Three Days Grace
Glad You Came – We Came As Romans
Hope – We Came As Romans
Wasted Age – We Came As Romans
Trapped – The Word Alive

Overdose – The Word Alive


Groupie
C.M. Stunich

(Rock-Hard Beautiful, #1)
Publication date: March 21st 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance

“Can one of these five rockstars fill the hole in my heart? Or will I stay broken forever?”
Young, dumb, and broke.
That’s what started everything. With five dollars in her pocket, and everything she owns stuffed in the back of her car, Lilith Goode’s life is over. Done. Destroyed.
Ten words. One text. That’s what it took to change the whole world.
A crumpled concert ticket. A chance encounter. That’s what it takes to start all over again.
Five rockstars. One girl. Six dark hearts, six withered souls.
But can one broken person really put another back together again?


Author Bio:
C.M. Stunich is a self-admitted bibliophile with a love for exotic teas and a whole host of characters who live full time inside the strange, swirling vortex of her thoughts. Some folks might call this crazy, but Caitlin Morgan doesn’t mind – especially considering she has to write biographies in the third person. Oh, and half the host of characters in her head are searing hot bad boys with dirty mouths and skillful hands (among other things). If being crazy means hanging out with them everyday, C.M. has decided to have herself committed.
She hates tapioca pudding, loves to binge on cheesy horror movies, and is a slave to many cats. When she’s not vacuuming fur off of her couch, C.M. can be found with her nose buried in a book or her eyes glued to a computer screen. She’s the author of over thirty novels – romance, new adult, fantasy, and young adult included. Please, come and join her inside her crazy. There’s a heck of a lot to do there.
Oh, and Caitlin loves to chat (incessantly), so feel free to e-mail her, send her a Facebook message, or put up smoke signals. She’s already looking forward to it.

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Book Blitz: Hard Liquor by Blair Babylon plus Giveaway


Hard Liquor
Blair Babylon

(Runaway Billionaires: Arthur Duet, #2)
Publication date: May 16th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

London trial lawyer Gen has managed to corral that randy colt His Lordship Arthur Finch-Hatten, the Earl of Severn, at least as far as anyone knows. In public, he seems to be behaving himself, but she’s kind of gotten involved with her client in a way that the Bar’s Ethics Committee would totally not approve of. With Arthur’s impending trial in the House of Lords and the constant backstabbing in her law office, the last thing Gen needs is for Arthur to whisk her off to Paris for the social wedding of the century to schmooze the people who will decide his fate.
Gen has broken all the rules, and she could very well end up with a broken heart.
She needs a stiff drink, and it had better be hard liquor.
Hard Liquor is the exciting conclusion to the Arthur Duet that begins with Stiff Drink.
EXCERPT:
Arthur stood in the opening of the front doors, framed by the light behind him and the imposing edifice of Spencer House, waving as the last guest’s car skidded on the tiled driveway around the fountain and drove off into the night. Exhaust from the cars fouled the spring breeze, but it blew out over the formal gardens and into the deer park within minutes, leaving only the stars, his estate, and his arm around the softness that was Gen.
“Come inside,” Arthur said. “You don’t want to catch a chill, pet.”
“Oh, is it ‘pet’ now?” Gen turned, brushing against his side, and walked ahead of him into the foyer.
When she turned back, the chandelier above was shining on her lustrous hair, her dark eyes were flirting with him, and that emerald silk dress had been poured over her curves.
Arthur lost his breath. “Gen.”
“Yes, sugar?” She was still smiling at him.
He slammed the door and was across the floor before he knew it and grabbed her.
“Arthur! There are people—”
“No, there aren’t.” The guests had all departed, and the staff would be cleaning up the dining room in the far wing of the house.
He lifted her in his arms, tossing her a little to show that he could indeed carry her wherever he wanted to, and strode up the stairs.
“Arthur, where are we—” She was giggling so hard that she couldn’t talk.
“Upstairs,” he said. He tried to make it light, amusing, but it came out like a growl. His voice felt deeper in his throat.
“What did that man say to you at dinner?”
“No matter.” He didn’t want to talk about Lord Asshole. “Tell me no if you don’t want this. Tell me no or amber or red.”
And it would rip him apart, but he would stop himself.
He whispered, “Tell me amber or red or put yourself in my hands.”
Gen wrapped her sweet arms around his neck, and she buried her face in his neck, kissing his skin above his collar.
Fire and testosterone raced through his veins.
She whispered, “I’m in your hands.”
Arthur walked faster, taking the stairs quickly.

Author Bio:
Blair Babylon often releases ebooks at a special release-day price of 99c.
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Blair Babylon is the nom de plume of an award-winning, USA Today-bestselling author who used to publish literary fiction. Because professional reviews of her other fiction usually included the caveat that there was too much deviant sex and too much interesting plot, she decided to abandon all literary pretensions, let her freak flag fly, and write hot, sexy, erotic romance, plus wild, suspenseful thrillers, science fiction, and urban fantasy using the super-secret pen name Blair C. Babylon.

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