Thursday, 31 March 2016
Wednesday, 30 March 2016
Desk Job - OUT TODAY
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It’s just another PA job, right? Okay, the CEO is hot, and his partner hotter, but that doesn’t mean Stella Wright has to fall for their erotic brand of seduction. Does it?
Who is she kidding? Stella is only human, she has bills to pay and insecurities about how she looks the same as we all do. So when Andre Bramon asks her to work on more than just dictation she can’t resist.
Tristan Wainwright is a different matter. Brooding and dark, he barely has time to ask her to do anything. Then when he does finally pause, noticing her, all that pent up energy reaches a boiling point.
Before long Stella is swept up in a passionate love affair with not one man, but two. She never expected a threesome to be part of her job description, though now…well, perhaps it might prove to be the perfect solution to a whole host of her problems.
Available from Evernight Publishing, Amazon/Amazon UK , ARe and all other good ebook retailers.
Desk Job is the second book in my set of menage a trois novels set in London, if you missed the first check out Muscling In. Both fine as standalone reads.
Tuesday, 29 March 2016
Monday, 28 March 2016
Coming Soon - THE PACT
Look, look, a very nice cover for an anthology I'm featuring in - THE PACK is out on 28th April from Mischief at HarperCollins. My story is called I DARE YOU and is a hot first time M/M novella. Sexy tattoo huh!
Sunday, 27 March 2016
Saturday, 26 March 2016
Some Sexy Action ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS134
Out Now - DESSERT - An erotic romance story told from the male point of view! Can be enjoyed by ladies, gents or read as a couple.
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Nyotaimori was new for me, eating my dinner off a beautiful naked woman an experience I’d never been lucky enough to indulge in. So when a customer treated me to a meal at The Geisha Plate it was an effort to keep my cock under control and my focus on the food. Damn, it had been a while!
But control myself I did—until, that is, the spice levels cranked to boiling point and dessert turned out to be a mind-blowing, soul-twistingly delicious blowjob. I instantly craved more.
Plus I’m not a guy who likes debt. I had to return the favor by hook or by crook; it was an urge that threatened to consume me. Luckily my lovely Geisha girl turned out to be the sweetest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, and her healthy appetite for getting raw and naked with me for starters, main course and dessert turned out to be a wild ride for my every fantasy, and enough to keep me more than satisfied in every department.
Please note this book was previously published with a different cover.
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Friday, 25 March 2016
OUT NOW! DESSERT
Dessert - An erotic romance story told from the male point of view! Can be enjoyed by ladies, gents or read as a couple.
Nyotaimori was new for me, eating my dinner off a beautiful naked woman an experience I’d never been lucky enough to indulge in. So when a customer treated me to a meal at The Geisha Plate it was an effort to keep my cock under control and my focus on the food. Damn, it had been a while!
But control myself I did—until, that is, the spice levels cranked to boiling point and dessert turned out to be a mind-blowing, soul-twistingly delicious blowjob. I instantly craved more.
Plus I’m not a guy who likes debt. I had to return the favor by hook or by crook; it was an urge that threatened to consume me. Luckily my lovely Geisha girl turned out to be the sweetest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, and her healthy appetite for getting raw and naked with me for starters, main course and dessert turned out to be a wild ride for my every fantasy, and enough to keep me more than satisfied in every department.
Please note this book was previously published with a different cover.
FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED
Thursday, 24 March 2016
Wednesday, 23 March 2016
Coming Soon - DESSERT
Coming Soon, Dessert, an erotic story for you and the man in your life!
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Nyotaimori was new for me, eating my dinner off a beautiful naked woman an experience I’d never been lucky enough to indulge in. So when a customer treated me to a meal at The Geisha Plate it was an effort to keep my cock under control and my focus on the food. Damn, it had been a while!
But control myself I did—until, that is, the spice levels cranked to boiling point and dessert turned out to be a mind-blowing, soul-twistingly delicious blowjob. I instantly craved more.
Plus I’m not a guy who likes debt. I had to return the favor by hook or by crook; it was an urge that threatened to consume me. Luckily my lovely Geisha girl turned out to be the sweetest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, and her healthy appetite for getting raw and naked with me for starters, main course and dessert turned out to be a wild ride for my every fantasy, and enough to keep me more than satisfied in every department.
Please note this book was previously published with a different cover.
Tuesday, 22 March 2016
Out Now! Beast Denied by Faye Avalon (@faye_avalon) #paranormal #PNR #shifters
Book Blurb:
To embrace the future, they must defy the past.
Beasts of Bodmin Moor, Book 2
Naomi Flynn never intends to mate or marry. Either one would leave her open
to the manipulation she’s sworn never to endure again. Besides, no panther male
will want her once they know the truth behind what happened a decade ago.
She’s happy to burn up the sheets in a buddy-with-benefits arrangement,
until a craving for a three-way sexual adventure thrusts her right back into
the arms of the man she can’t afford to remember.
Tynan Galloway doesn’t intend to stand by and watch the woman he wants throw
herself at every male with a pulse except him. Ten years ago, a brutal assault
robbed him of his destiny as a protector of the pack, but damned if Naomi is
going to be another casualty of his fate.
In the heat of a fantasy come true, Naomi’s resolve to keep
her emotional distance weakens. But when Tynan discovers she’s in potential
danger, he dares her to deny he’s the only man who can protect her. Never
expecting she’ll go to extremes to prove him wrong...
Product Warnings
A hot panther shifter with something to prove, a heroine with a secret to
keep, and a threesome arrangement which brings out the teeth and claws.
*Top Pick* Night Owl Reviews
“captivating paranormal romance...fast paced...sizzling
chemistry...spine tingling tension.”
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Excerpt:
Pushing through the jittery discomfort, Naomi moved until her back was to
the men. She reached around to unhook her bra, then held the unfastened cups
close to her chest. Turning back, with the men’s gazes focused on her
still-covered breasts, she let the straps fall away. There was a sense of
power, Naomi thought, in holding a man enthralled, or in this case, men. While
it might have been better easing herself into this particular game more
gradually, there was sometimes a lot to be said for simply plunging in at the
deep end.
Reminding herself this was her choice, her fantasy, she let her hand fall
away, and the bra fell to the floor.
Malcolm groaned, his prick bobbing again. Derek had barely moved, but his
throat contracted as he swallowed.
Twisting around again, Naomi hooked her fingers into the sides of the wispy
black panties and began to lower them down over her hips, the cool brush of air
on her bared backside sending shivers along her sensitive flesh.
“Fuck. Get over here before I come just by looking at you.”
Malcolm, Naomi thought. The more gregarious of the two. Derek was far more
intense, quietly watching her as the three of them had chatted in the bar, and
now while she performed her striptease.
When she turned back, Derek was on his knees at the end of the bed. His eyes
gleamed dangerously, and he grabbed her wrist, yanking her onto the mattress.
She tumbled facedown, the breath knocked out of her.
Hands trailed over her naked flesh, sliding up her thighs, cupping her rear,
stroking her back. Roughly, she was tossed onto her back, and she looked up
into Derek’s menacing gaze. His cock pressed against her leg, while Malcolm
cupped her pussy.
Oh shit. What was she doing? She didn’t know these men. Had no idea what
sort of people they were apart from the fact they were down from London on
business and, like her, were looking for a good time.
She was such an idiot. She needed her damned head examined.
Her strength was greater than that of human women, but when she tried to
scramble up, Derek pressed her back with ease. “You’re not going anywhere until
we get what you’ve been promising all evening.”
Malcolm laughed and pressed his finger inside her. “She’s up for it,” he
said on another laugh. “Just likes to make it more exciting, don’t you, babe?”
He pushed deeper, making her flinch. “Like that, don’t you?”
“No. This was a mistake. I—”
Derek shoved Malcolm aside, then scrambled between Naomi’s legs, pushing
them apart with his knees. She tried again to get up, but he pressed a hand to
her shoulder, weighing her down. “Give me a damn condom.”
Malcolm tossed him the foil packet, and, keeping his gaze on hers, Derek
ripped it open. His feral look pushed fresh fear into her stomach, and with
every ounce of strength she possessed, she tried to scramble up. She couldn’t
budge him.
Derek released his hold on her shoulder to slide on the rubber, but before
she could take the chance to escape, Malcolm pinned down her arms.
Panic clutched at her throat, nausea churning her stomach. Oh God.
This was so not how she’d thought it would be.
With his face a snarling mask of determination and sickening lust, Derek
yanked up her hips.
“I… I’ve changed my mind.”
Her throat was so tight, she could barely enunciate, and it was evident he
hadn’t heard her when he grabbed his cock and leaned over her.
“I said, no!” With sheer will, she directed every fiber of strength into her
arms. Energy pulsed along her muscles, firing the nerve endings, and she sucked
air into her tight lungs. Releasing her breath, she shoved upward, and Malcolm
toppled back. Naomi had a glimpse of the shock lighting his face before she
pushed at Derek’s shoulders. When he recoiled, she took advantage of the
surprise factor and scrambled off the bed.
She almost made it to the bathroom, intent on getting her dress and
hightailing it out of there, but Derek caught her around the waist.
Naomi lashed out, shoving her foot against his chest with such force that
Derek went hurling into the air and across the room. He landed awkwardly
against the walnut bureau, blood oozing from his cheek.
While Malcolm stood motionless by the bed, watching openmouthed, Derek wiped
a hand across his face. He stared at the blood-smeared hand and staggered
dazedly to his feet. Naomi didn’t hang around. She grabbed her dress from the
bathroom and hurried into it. Snatching up her bag, she beat a hasty retreat.
She dashed out into the empty hallway and, with her dress half-zipped, fled
down the hotel stairs. The lights in the reception area were dimmed for the
night, but she focused on the revolving door ahead of her. When she pushed at
it, nothing happened. She gave it another shove before realizing they were
probably locked for security reasons. Glancing in the direction of the
reception desk, she saw a young man hurrying toward her.
“Is everything okay?” His pale eyes were full of concern. “Can I help you
with something?”
“Just let me out of here,” she said. “Please.”
He hesitated, and Naomi considered summoning that superhuman strength she’d
found upstairs to get the doors open.
“What the hell’s going on?”
Her mind buzzed, her body still trembled, but through the mayhem of it all,
she recognized the voice from behind her. She took a moment to center herself,
to find a degree of balance, which bordered on impossible as memories slammed
into her.
Tynan Galloway.
Naomi had spent the past decade well over a hundred miles away from him, and
during the months she’d been back in Bodmin had managed to largely avoid him.
Now he decided to show up at the lowest point in her existence. Well, not the
lowest, but she wasn’t going there right then, and certainly not with him
looming beside her.
She turned, her hands trembling around the strap of her bag, and met his
piercing emerald gaze. It had haunted her for so long, the devastating hue of
it. But now, facing it again, her heart trembled.
“I just need to leave.” She swallowed before addressing the young porter.
“Can you please open the door?”
His concerned gaze slid over her short black dress as, she imagined, did
Tynan’s. “Are you sure everything’s all right, miss?”
“Everything’s fine. I just—”
“Brandy,” Tynan said to the porter. “Double, I think.”
Before Naomi could object, the young man nodded and slipped away. Tynan took
her arm and headed for a nearby chair. She tried to shake him off. She’d had
quite enough of being manhandled for one bloody evening.
“I don’t want brandy. I just want to leave. I’ve had a crappy night.”
Still with his hand on her arm, he swung her half around so her back was to
him. “Is that why your dress is unzipped?”
She took the inference. “It’s none of your business.”
“If you’re sleeping with a sleazebag who throws you out in the middle of the
night before letting you get dressed, I’m making it my business.”
He zipped her dress, then plunked her down on the chair and pulled another
one close so he could sit facing her. His knees bumped hers.
The contact shot a wave of longing through her. “All I want is to get out of
here. And what are you doing skulking around hotel lobbies in the middle of the
night? Doesn’t high-tech hacking keep you busy enough?”
“Yeah.” He frowned, effectively ignoring her barbed comment. “But there’s
always room for more excitement.”
Seeing as she’d had more than enough excitement for one night, Naomi found
it hard to agree.
The porter came back with brandy, hovering over her like a mother hen while
she dutifully sipped at it. At Tynan’s nod, he moved away back to the reception
desk and left them alone in the dimly lit hall.
“Want to tell me about it?”
She peered at him through narrowed eyes. “No.”
Tynan kept a steady focus on her, almost as if he could see right down to
her very soul. She remembered that look. She hated it.
“Did he hurt you?”
He asked the question so quietly, so gently, her eyes filled
and she turned away. She was coming down, all that adrenaline leveling out and
leaving her raw, exposed. She’d felt that way once before with Tynan, a long
time ago. She hated that too.
Copyright © 2016 Faye Avalon
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
Author Bio:
Faye Avalon
enjoys writing sexy stories about strong men and the savvy women who rock their
world. She has taken a roundabout journey toward her writing career, working as
cabin crew, detouring into property development, public relations and
education, before finally finding her passion: writing spicy romantic fiction.
Faye lives
with her super-ace husband and one beloved, ridiculously spoiled dog. They
regularly expand their family by boarding puppies destined to become guide
dogs. Between writing, reading, running around after manic puppies and grabbing
some quality time with her husband, Faye enjoys a challenging yoga session or a
night at the movies.
Links:
Website: www.fayeavalon.com
Twitter: @faye_avalon
Facebook: www.facebook.com/faye.avalon.1
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Monday, 21 March 2016
Masturbation Monday
Welcome to Masturbation Monday - this week a snippet from my new erotic romance novella (only 99c/99p) Joy Ride. This married couple are putting some spice back into their sex life when things take a turn for the worse, however, with the addition of a set of handcuffs, things soon heat up much more than they'd anticipated.
“I’m going to suck you off, Nate. Now, while you’re driving us home.” Kimberly could hardly believe she’d said it. Such crass words didn’t usually fall from her lips. She was a wife and mother, the woman who worked part-time at the mall in an organic cosmetics shop. She’d just told her husband she was going to suck him off as he drove them home!
“Kimberly.” There was shock in Nate’s tone.
“Don’t stress, let me do all the work. You just keep your eyes on the road, Big Boy.” Oh wow, she was really getting into the role. Big Boy!
But it was only the truth. Ignoring the long hiss of breath Nate released, Kimberly tugged his thick shaft free from his jeans and boxers. She couldn’t quite gain access to his balls but that was okay, she’d give them some special attention later. When they were both completely naked and nothing hampered her way.
“We could get into a lot of shit for this,” Nate said, lifting his right arm slightly so Kimberly could slot her head and shoulders onto his lap.
“It’s a risk we’ll have to take. We can’t afford to join the mile high club, but we can become members of the highway club.” She snickered and let her upper body settle on the hardness of his thighs.
His cock head was right there for the taking. She couldn’t remember when she’d last treated Nate to oral sex. His birthday a few months ago maybe? No, that hadn’t been this year, perhaps last or, she thought shamefully, the year before.
Poor Nate. She’d been a terrible wife. Every guy deserved to have oral adoration bestowed upon the favorite part of his anatomy every now and then. But it was okay, because that was all going to change right now. She’d treat him to the best goddamn head he’d ever received in his life. She’d blow not just his cock but also his mind.
After licking her lips, she swiped her tongue over his slit, drawing in the musky, heated flavor of him. Fuck, she’d missed that.
His cock twitched as though the wet contact had surprised him. “Kim, baby...”
Kimberly slipped her tongue around his glans, delving into every smooth ridge and then flicking over the taut band of skin on the underside. He was so hard and solid, more beautiful than she remembered.
She shut her eyes, let the drone of the engine fade into the background and ignored the small rumbles of the road vibrating through her body.
Nate canted his hips upward, just a little, as though seeking more. Kimberly didn’t need to be asked twice. She stretched her mouth into a wide “O” and sank to his root. The feel of him filling her mouth to capacity was incredible. Why hadn’t she indulged in this at every opportunity they had?
A sudden jolt as if the car had hit a pothole almost dislodged him from her mouth.
“Fucking hell,” Nate said, resting his hand on her head for the briefest of moments. “That’s too good. I can hardly concentrate.”
She withdrew. “You’ll be fine,” she said. “We have to do this on the move, remember. Just keep driving straight ahead.”
“I don’t know if I—”
Kimberly was determined. She fed him deep into her mouth again, cushioning his length with her tongue, hugging and massaging him with adoring strokes.
His moan of appreciation rattled around the interior of the car and settled in her chest. Oh, he liked that all right, the licks and swirls, the strength of her tongue against his shaft. The slight suction she’d created to draw him deeper.
She carried on, lost in her task, circling the base of his stalk with her finger and thumb and rubbing and squeezing, caressing the section of cock not in her mouth.
He was so bloated now, the fatness of his erection stretched her jaw wide.
They hit another hole. Nate cursed and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Pushed her head deeper into his lap.
Kimberly had never known a thrill like it. He wanted so much more. Had to have it and there was only her, his wife, who could do the job. She allowed him to exert more pressure, taking him so deep she could feel the tickle of her gag reflex getting ready to react. But she didn’t care. The first sweet drips of pre-cum were coating her palate. Soon he would explode, he didn’t get much harder than he was right now.
“Get ready for it... Ah...yeah.” Nate groaned above her.
Another jolt unsteadied her on his lap. The car swerved to the right and she was forced to put a hand onto his stomach to steady herself. But with great pride, she didn’t let his cock slip from her hungry mouth.
“Baby, I’m going to, ah... Fuck it.”
The explosion was rapid, almost violent the way his cum shot thickly into her throat. Kimberly swallowed, catching snippets of breath when she could, and kept on working him.
Nate was thrusting his hips toward her, shifting her on his lap. She took him deeper still and was rewarded with a wonderful moan of bliss that drowned out the sounds around her.
Almost.
One sound was becoming louder and louder. The wail, unmistakable.
Kimberly opened her eyes and saw a red and blue flash wash over Nate’s black sweater.
Damn.
Quickly she let him fall from her mouth into her waiting palm.
“Shit.” Nate said. “Shit, shit, shit.” He shoved at her. “Sit up, goddamn it. Oh fuck.”
Kimberly sat upright, grabbed her seat belt and buckled up. Her heart was pounding, her breaths short and sharp. The taste of Nate coated her tongue and she wiped at the corner of her lips, checking for stray splashes of cum.
Nate was slowing now, drawing the car to a halt on the side of the road.
“Fucking hell, Kim. I told you not to do it. Now look at the fucking mess we’re in.”
“You weren’t complaining ten seconds ago.” Kimberly crossed her arms and watched the neon lights trace the dash.
“Ten seconds ago I wouldn’t have complained if a nuclear bomb had gone off.” He scrabbled with his jeans buttons. “Shit.”
A tap on the window grabbed Kimberly’s attention, as did the bright beam of flashlight that homed in on Nate’s hands doing up his fly.
Kimberly gulped. Pretty damn incriminating if the cop had a dirty mind.
“Good evening, Officer,” Nate said, winding down the window. He took a deep breath, gave a winning smile and placed his hands back on the wheel.
“Not particularly,” the cop said. “I’m just taking this prisoner transportation van from one station to the other, minding my own business because I want to get home to the fajitas my wife has promised me, and then I see you, driving like a lunatic all over the road.”
“I’m sorry, Officer. I think there might be something wrong with the car. It’s a little unsteady. I’ll get it checked out tomorrow morning.”
“Mmm, the odd thing is...” The officer swept the beam of light over Kimberly.
She pursed her lips and knotted her fingers in her lap. Tried her best to hold his stare and look innocent.
He flicked the light back at Nate’s face.
Nate blinked rapidly.
“I thought you, sir, were alone.” He raised his eyebrows. “But it seems that isn’t the case.”
Grab your copy of Joy Ride from Amazon and find out just what happens to Nate and Kim in the back of the police van!
Kimberly is desperate—muffling gasps of pleasure under the covers is just not doing it for her. She loves and desires her husband, but she needs more.
Could the Spice Rack game picked up at a girly, wine-infused party be the solution? Anticipation floods her body as she opens the first “task”. What the...? How is “love on the move” going to spice up her sex life? It’s impossible, or so she thinks, but when a sudden sinful idea pops into her head she has to act, much to Nate’s delight.
Until, that is, they’re spotted, pulled over, hauled out and cuffed, and not in fluffy pink.
They’re in for it, but the glint in Nate’s eye tells Kimberly he’s finally got her exactly where he wants her. It might feel like hell, but before she knows it she’s catapulted to a heavenly place she’s been longing to revisit. As long as they can get away with it.
Please note this book was previously published with different cover art.
Sunday, 20 March 2016
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