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Love this #BookReview Scoring with the Wrong Twin by @Naima_Simone #Romance #interracial

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BOOK REVIEW

I love it when my New Year reading experience starts on an awesome note. And I have to say that I absolutely loved this book. I got excited about reading it right from the very first page.

Stories about mistaken twins always intrigue me but mostly because there's always a twin who is too devious and one who is too demure. But Sophia and Giovanna are both totally likeable. 

Sophia is a wonderful, quirky soul. Now I want a peacock tattoo too. *winks* I even understood Sophia's insecurity and why she let the lie go for longer than it should have. I was sitting there shouting at my phone for her to 'tell him'. And that's my only beef with this story. The prolonged lie made the outcome very predictable.

Zeph is totally TDF. Loved him. The two of them made such an awesome couple. The chemistry sizzled throughout and there were beautiful sweet moments that left my sighing with pleasure.

This is a great start to what I hope will be an awesome series. Now I want to read more. Please tell me Ronin and Dom and the rest of the gang get their stories. 

If you're looking for a sweet and sexy contemporary romance, you have to read this one.


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Book Blurb:

Shy, awkward Sophia Cruz has a hard time telling her vivacious identical twin “no.” But when her sister begs her to swap places for a modeling shoot, she caves … again. Then Zephirin Black walks onto the set. The brooding, aloof, and gorgeous tight end for the Washington Warriors. But she can keep it professional… She has to. Because the adorkable Cruz twin has no luck with guys once they compare her to her sister.

After a bad break-up, Zeph hasn’t been big on second chances—and even less with trust. But he finds himself giving please-call-me-by-my-middle-name-Sophia both. The woman he’d dismissed as a spoiled cover model is different from the first time he met her. Quirkier. Funnier. Definitely sexier. What started as one night turns into another…and another…and another…

Still, Sophia can’t go on keeping her secret from him. But telling Zeph the truth will mean losing him for good.


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USA Today Bestselling author Naima Simone’s love of romance was first stirred by Johanna Lindsey, Sandra Brown and Linda Howard many years ago. Well not that many. She is only eighteen…ish. Though her first attempt at a romance novel starring Ralph Tresvant from New Edition never saw the light of day, her love of romance, reading and writing has endured. Published since 2009, she spends her days—and nights— writing sizzling romances with a touch of humor and snark.

She is wife to Superman, or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent, and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, sometimes domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.

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Out Now! Buried Pleasures (Medusa’s Consortium series book 3) by K D Grace (@kd_grace) #newrelease #urbanfantasy #uf

Blurb:
When Samantha Black shares her sandwich with a dog, his owner, Jon—a homeless man living in the Las Vegas storm tunnels—gives her a poker chip worth a fortune from the exclusive casino, Buried Pleasures. All Sam has to do is cash it in. Sam is in Vegas for one reason only—to get her friend, Evie Holt, away from sinister magician, Darian Fox, who holds her prisoner in an effort to force Sam to perform at his club, Illusions. A neon circus tent of strange and mystical acts, Illusions is one of the biggest draws in Vegas, and he’s hell-bent on including Sam in his disturbing plans.

The shadowy Magda Gardener will do anything to keep Sam from cashing in that chip. She knows that Buried Pleasures is the gate to Hades and cashing in the chip is a one-way ticket across the River Styx, which runs beneath the storm tunnels of Vegas. Jon is really Jack Graves, owner of Buried Pleasures, and Graves is really the god of death, himself, and if things aren’t already confusing enough, he and Magda know what Sam doesn’t. Sam is the last siren. That her song can kill is only the beginning of her story. Jon wants her safe on his side of the River, protected from Fox’s hideous magic. But even Death fears Magda Gardener, who is none other than Medusa, and the gorgon has her own agenda. If Sam is to understand her heritage and win the battle against Darian Fox, not only will she have to trust her heart to Death, but they’ll both have to work for the gorgon, whose connection with Sam runs deeper than any of them could imagine.

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*****



Rated R
Excerpt: So much more than La Petit Mort
With a soft clink, Fox dropped the key in a small ceramic bowl on the dresser, not bothering to lock the door behind him. There was no need now.
He heard the rustle of bedding and a soft female moan before his eyes fully adjusted to the gloom. Then he saw the shape of her, duvet thrown back in spite of the chill, the pale silk of the negligee rising and falling with her anxious breathing. He always asked that they be clothed in white silk. Occasionally there was blood, and the red of blood against white silk made the experience more formal somehow, and it always felt like such an occasion should be formal.
As he became used to the gloom, he could see that she had been well-groomed for the occasion, fully made-up and hair freshly coifed, just as he had requested. It was a condition that wasn’t strictly necessary, but made the whole experience seem a little more ceremonial, a little more festive. After all, presentation was a key ingredient in every good restaurant, wasn’t it? Why should his situation be any different?
“Gabriella, you look exquisite tonight, my darling. I can’t tell you how much I’ve anticipated being with you, having you here in my bed.” He removed his jacket and hung it carefully over a cedar hanger on the back of the door. “Did I not promise you that the time would come when I would invite you into my own home, into my own bed?”
Of course it wasn’t his own bed. He never took them to his bed. He had several other rooms in several other places where he took from them what he needed, though this one was special. This one was for feasting. He carefully undressed by the side of the bed where she would be able to admire his every move. She moaned softly and writhed, not taking her eyes off him, needing him almost as much as he needed her. Almost.
At his leisure, he took in the curves that were still luscious enough to be tempting—the rise of nipples, the dilation of pupils, the rhythmic shifting of hips, all of which he could now make out. Ripe fruit, he thought. She was ripe fruit. The experience was always most ecstatic, always most satisfying, when his chosen had not yet passed her peak, when he had not used her so much that her looks had suffered, nor her hunger for him weakened. He needed her hunger as much as he needed her beauty. The two always went hand in hand. He needed her hunger to be her driving force, driving her to him over and over again, until all strength was gone. Most often he controlled his hunger, careful not to allow himself more than what was necessary to survive and thrive.
Tonight, however, he was drained and starving from effort and exhaustion, but from excitement as well, from the knowing that Samantha Black was capable of so much more than even he had anticipated. Tonight he would take deeply from the ripest fruit, take as though it were the first and the last fullness of summer, and Gabriella was just at that point of fullness.
“I’m going to make love to you, darling.” He didn’t even try to disguise his hunger. Anxious anticipation was as much a part of the ritual as savoring the moment, and he wanted her to know how much he hungered for her, how much he needed her. “I’m going to make you come as you have never come before, my sweetheart.” He slid onto the bed next to her, his left hand stroking her soft, dark hair, his right cupping himself, making himself ready. “Would you like that, Gabriella? I know you would, I know how impatient you’ve been.”
There was a soft whimper, and the woman shifted her hips and threw back her head with a little gasp as he slid a thumb across her heavy bottom lip. He was hard, always hard when he hungered. It was a part of the ritual, a part of the consuming, a part of fulfilling his need.
Carefully he slipped down the straps of the negligee so that he could admire the fullness of her breasts. Yes, presentation was so important -- ripe cherry nipples against silken white fabric, so succulent, so ready. Her skin was the color of expensive mocha, and for a moment, he took in the feast for the eyes waiting for him. Then he cupped her sex, and she arched up, her eyelids fluttering beneath lush, dark lashes so perfectly made up, so perfectly prepared to meet her lover.
“La petite mort,” he said. “It’s what we all long for, isn’t it, my sweetheart, over and over and over again, we long for it. It’s what we dream about in the darkest hours of the night. It’s what we wake up longing for, goose fleshed, slick and heavy with need from those elusive dreams of perfect love, perfect union, perfect dissolving of the self into the other. Oh, my beauty,” he slid a hand between her thighs, and her tongue flicked over her lip in concentration, in anticipation, “I’ve kept you waiting too long. I do apologize. La petite mort is a small gift for a long wait. So tonight, my dearest girl, I shall give you something far grander than the little death. And our joining, our perfect dissolving into one another, will be beyond anything you could ever imagine.”
He positioned himself above her and she opened to him, rising up to meet him in gasps and groans and whimpers that neared desperation. Oh yes, he would give her so much more than la petite mort, and then, in the instant when her body dissolved in pleasure, he would take it all back, all of it and so much more.
There was breath and then there was blood, and there was the life force coursing through the beautiful Gabriella. That life force entered his body through sex, through making love. And truly he did make love, for the gift that the lovely creature writhing beneath him, no longer strong enough to keep her legs grasped around his waist, was giving him was worthy of lovemaking. The taking of the life force in such a way was sex raised above and beyond ecstasy. He seldom partook to the end. He usually made it last for months, sometimes even years, depending on how powerful the life force was.
But Gabriella had no particular power, nothing but her exquisite beauty to linger on. He saw such as her as fast food, really, a needed energy boost in desperate times, and this was one of those times. Her sacrifice would ensure that he was focused and ready for whatever obstacles Graves could throw in his way where Samantha Black was concerned, because he would have her. He had to have her.
The woman beneath him shuddered with release, and he took her mouth more fully, swallowing back the harshness of her breath to blend with his own, teasing him to join in her ecstasy. She would climax over and over, and that would be her final memory. She would come to her death in rapturous pleasure, and she would not even feel that moment when all of her breath, all of her life force, all of her power, passed to him, and the darkness took her.
Her eyelids fluttered again and again, for now she truly had not the energy left for more than the flutter of eyelids above huge, dark eyes. Even the quiver low in her loins had transferred itself to him, and he felt her orgasms as though they were his own, as though through the breath, through the coupling, he had become her and she him. He had taken her into himself as she had him into her, so open, so inviting, so willing.
“You see,” he whispered against the seashell hollow of her unhearing ear, “I have given you so much more than la petite mort, just as I promised, darling. So much more for both of us.”

*****

Author Bio:

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, K D Grace believes Freud was right. It really IS all about sex—sex and love—and that is an absolute writer’s playground.
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. Her creativity is directly proportional to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She loves mythology, which inspires many of her stories. She enjoys time in the gym, where she’s having a mad affair with a pair of kettle bells. Her first love is writing, but she loves reading and watching birds. She adores anything that gets her outdoors.
K D’s novels and other works are published by Totally Bound, SourceBooks, Accent Press, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, and others. She also writes romance under the name Grace Marshall.

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A scorching contemporary romance read from the author who brought you the Enigma and Perception series. Can a struggling journalist ward off the attention of the dominant businessman she’s been assigned to investigate? Or will the intangible world of dominance and secrecy overwhelm her so much her astute morals will gravelly waiver?

With sexual friction so great it sparks off the pages, watch Cleo Garcia emerge into a world set to either destroy or dominate her. Will she have the strength to bring the story of the century to fruition by suppressing her lust-inspired heart’s desires? Or will she break the strict terms of her employment contract by succumbing to the mystery man’s alluring persona?

With no greater poison to an ethical mind than lust, this is not going to be a fair fight.

From the author who brought you the Perception and Enigma series comes the next tantalizing installment. This is the story you’ve been waiting for. The one I deemed too risqué to write. Sit back and enjoy the story about two people in vastly contradicting roles come together in a fire-sparking showdown. Just be warned: it is the shy ones you need to watch the closest.

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Hiding in Plain Sight, Sexy Spy Thriller by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) is Now Available in Audiobook Format! #audio #audible #audiobook
Enjoy over five hours of thrilling storytelling by Poppy Jay Fox in this sexy spy thriller by Lucy Felthouse.

Blurb:
Mallory Scott is a British espionage operative—and a damn good one, at that. Her current assignment to bring down a group of diamond thieves and scammers should be a piece of cake. She plans to get her claws into one of the gang, infiltrate the group, and uncover the information she needs to catch and prosecute them. Luck is on her side, and within twenty-four hours she’s lunching with Baxter Collinson, the youngest—and most handsome—diamond thief. What she’s not expecting, however, is to get on with him quite so well. Attraction bubbles between them—and for once, on Mallory’s part, it isn’t an act. For the first time in her career, Mallory struggles with what she must do. Can she ignore her heart for the sake of the mission?

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*****

Praise for Hiding in Plain Sight:

“…a cute little romp, & of course Felthouse delivers her usual flawless delivery. Fast-paced, fun, sexy, & with a twisty HEA that I think you’ll like.” 5 out of 5, Manic Readers
“A super romantic suspense from Lucy Felthouse. The characters are realistic and I easily identified with their emotions – I particularly loved the banter and the scenes between the main couple. It’s also got plenty of smexy and sizzling scenes which the author excels at. Recommended for readers of romantic suspense who enjoy a read which contains some sexy and explicit scenes.” 5 out of 5, A Readers Review
“One of the things I love about this author is her ability to write descriptions that make you see the scenes in cinema-scope. I especially loved her descriptions of Amsterdam. It made me feel as if I was there on an adventure with the characters. This is certainly a sexy story that fuses espionage, suspense and erotica very well.” 4 out of 5, Love Bites and Silk Ties
“…the test of any erotic thriller is whether it would work without the sex scenes, and in the case of Hiding In Plain sight, the answer is yes. There’s enough technical jargon to make the work of the agency seem believable, without weighing down the plot, and an edge of tension to remind you how much is at stake for Mallory and her team… a fun read that leaves you hoping for more adventures featuring this sexy spycatcher.” Elizabeth Coldwell
*****

Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight and Mia’s Men (The Heiress’s Harem Book 1). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter


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When I read the blurb about the heroine being a sex-therapist I was pretty sure it would be super erotic. It wasn’t and that made the romance reader in me happy. Don’t get me wrong, it got pretty heated, but I didn’t have to skip sex scenes because they dragged. Everything the couple engaged in was relevant.

I had a tiny issue with the resolution of the story only because it happened too quickly and didn’t seem realistic. To be honest I would’ve liked to see the heroine get some therapy (more than sexual) for her problems because they were so ingrained in her. Her issues were fabulous for driving the story forward, but they were deep and I don’t think they’d be as easy to resolve as they were in the novella.

There were moments in the story where I gasped in embarrassment for the heroine because, oh my goodness! But then I ended up laughing because, well, oh my goodness! The life of a sex therapist must be very intriguing.



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Sex therapist, Dr. Vivianne Sloan needs a sexual analysis of her own. She can’t relax under a man’s touch, except for that one weekend with Jared. He’s the only man that ever lit her fire, but he’s strictly off limits. 

Obstetrician Gynecologist, Jared Pierce, knows Vivianne is the one temptation he can’t live without. A man of patience, he’s been waiting for her to accept that there’s no escape from the feelings building between them.  He wants to teach her everything he knows about the art of lovemaking, but he’s her boss and the woman plays by the rules.

When Vivianne decides to leave the practice and him behind, Jared is driven to give the repressed beauty a dose of passion so potent she’s incapable of ignoring the attraction between them. What happens when these two forbidden lovers decide to break the rules?

Forbidden tastes so sweet…
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Mia’s Men, Book 1 in a Brand-new Reverse Harem Series by Lucy Felthouse, Available for Pre-order Now! (@cw1985) #reverseharem #whychoose

Blurb:
The Heiress’s Harem: Book One
Mia Harrington’s father just lost his brave battle with cancer. Naturally, she’s devastated. With her mother long-since dead, and no siblings, Mia has a great deal of responsibility to shoulder. She’s also the sole beneficiary of her father’s estate. Or so she thinks.
Unbeknownst to Mia, her father made a change to his will. She can still inherit, but only if she marries a suitable man within twelve months. If she doesn’t, her vile cousin will get everything. Determined not to lose her beloved childhood home, she resolves to find someone that fits the bill. What she isn’t expecting, however, is for that someone to be into sharing women with his best friend. In the meantime, Mia’s friendship with the estate gardener has blossomed into so much more.
She can’t possibly plan to marry one man, while also being involved with two others …or can she?

Pre-order now—coming 23rd January 2018!
(For those of you looking to purchase at non-Amazon retailers, pre-ordering is highly recommended as the book will be going Amazon exclusive shortly after release)
Amazon (universal link): http://mybook.to/miasmen
*****


Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight and Mia’s Men (The Heiress’s Harem Book 1). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter


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Out Now—Another Dance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #lesfic #lesbian #romance

Blurb:
Can another dance help them forget the pain of the past?
Eden and Janine were best friends throughout their childhood and early teenage years. Then something happened that shattered their friendship, leaving Eden devastated and confused. Ever since her efforts to sort things out with Janine failed miserably, Eden has avoided her ex-best friend. Unfortunately, she can’t avoid her forever, since Eden’s sister is marrying Janine’s brother.
Thrown together in the same room for the first time in years, can the two women finally put their issues behind them and move on? Or is their shattered friendship beyond repair?
Please note: This story has been previously published in an anthology.

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*****


Excerpt:
Eden had been dreading this day since the moment her sister, Carol, had announced she was getting married. A wedding was supposed to be a happy occasion, a cause for celebration. But not when your sister was marrying the brother of your ex-best friend.
Eden had done a successful job of avoiding said ex-best friend for ten years, crying off any get-togethers, school reunions, and even her sister’s engagement and hen parties. Understandably, it had made her incredibly unpopular with Carol and their parents, but she’d had to put up with their displeasure for the sake of her own sanity.
Today, though, Janine or no Janine, Eden was going to her sister’s wedding. It was kind of crucial, really, given she was chief bridesmaid. She was just thankful that Janine hadn’t been asked to be a bridesmaid. That would have been problematic.
“I honestly don’t understand what happened between the two of you. What made you fall out so badly that you still want to avoid her?” Carol was asking, as the hairdresser put the finishing touches to her up-do, then settled her tiara on top of it, leaving the attached veil trailing down her back.
Well you wouldn’t, would you? Eden thought, trying hard not to let her emotions show on her face. You’ve never been confused about your sexuality and come on to your best friend, have you? But she kept quiet, determined not to ruin her sister’s special day.
“Can you even remember what happened?” Carol continued, thanking the hairdresser and standing up. She moved over to the full-length mirror in the room and examined herself from every angle. The hairdresser held up another mirror so the bride could see the back of her hair. She nodded.
“Yes,” Eden replied shortly, then added, “You look beautiful, sis. Really gorgeous.”
Inside her head, though, she was already reliving that fateful night.
*****

Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter


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Title: Pulse
Author: KE Osborn
Series: The Luminous Rock Series #1
Genre: Rockstar Romance
Release Date: January 17
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Synopsis

She makes my pulse race.
From the moment I laid eyes on her in that ridiculous giraffe onesie, I knew this girl would rock my world.
Effa’s the lead singer of the world-famous rock band, Luminous.
And I’m their new lighting tech, Kaden ‘Mercs’ Mercury.
Going on tour with an all-female rock band would be simple you’d think, but these girls aren’t an easy push-over.
All the while things back home are taking a turn for the worse, and I’m losing a battle of my own that might come back to bite me on the ass if I’m not careful. My only distraction from the ensuing chaos – a bubbly blonde lead singer, destined to brighten my life.
But with an all-male backup band, tensions are bound to run high when jealousy flares, and lines are blurred.
She sets my pulse racing, but am I enough to kickstart her heart?

Excerpt

EFFA POV

He looks deep into my eyes, almost looking back and forth inside them for something. I’m not sure what. But I don’t look away as his intense blue eyes assess me. His chest heaves, and he brings his hand up smoothing a lock of hair away from my face which sends a shiver down my spine but in a good way.
“You’re not sexy, Effa,” he murmurs making my face fall into a frown. “You’re breathtakingly beautiful.”
My breath catches, and I feel my stomach ripple with butterflies, who are dancing the tango. That’s probably the sweetest thing he could have said right now. My cheek nuzzles into his palm, and we gaze into each other’s eyes for probably a pass too long. His cologne mixed with the stale smell of the residual smoke machine odor is a toxic combination for me. I always love the smell of concerts, but blending the natural aroma of Mercs in with it, is heightening my senses into overload.
Merely a few hours ago this place was packed out, filled with the roar of thousands of screaming, adoring fans at my beckoned call. Now, sitting here staring at Mercs, all I want is to know what one man is thinking. What he is feeling. Whether a rush of emotion is overwhelming him like it’s overwhelming me. He’s come into my life unexpectedly, and without knowing him at all, there’s something about him—a calm, a presence—and I just want to know more. He appears different to everyone else. He doesn’t seem into the lifestyle—the parties, the fame. He’s his own person—a free spirit, and I like that.
“So, how wild was the after party?” His voice is low, almost a whisper, as I continue to look into his eyes, his searching as if to find something in mine.
“Just a typical Luminous party, nothing special… dancing, drinking, a few recreational behaviors.”
His hand drops from my face as he lets out a small sigh. “I know Casey’s into the harder drugs, I saw her use before the show. Do you?” He lets the question hang in the air.
I squeeze his knee again as I shake my head. “I’m more of a herb girl. I only tried the white stuff once, and it really messed with my head, so I don’t fancy that. But I do smoke the herbs, it helps me wind down, and it unleashes my creativity… that, and energy drinks.”
He frowns, and his eyes finally leave mine in a show of disapproval. I get it, not everyone’s a fan of drugs. I understand it’s illegal, but it’s what us rockers do. Not only that, we grew up in the drug capital of New South Wales, hell, probably of all of Australia. Nimbin’s practically a hotspot for new age social activities, political discourse, feminism and is pretty much a libertarian hippy commune. So I was bound to be pro whoopie weed.
Smiling wide, I shift closer on the sofa toward him and bump into his side. “Right, so there’s no television or anything in here to keep us occupied for the rest of the night, so what do you say we catch an early night?”
He looks down at his watch and lets out a bemused laugh raising his brow. “Effa, it’s nearly three in the morning.”
“I know, I have at least another three hours left in me. But alas, we should get some shut-eye. Especially, if we’re gonna be sharing a sofa.”
He glances down to the sofa we’re both sitting on and then back up to me. “And how are we gonna both sleep on here exactly?”
I have to admit the sofa is kind of small in width, and it’s going to be a tight fit, but we’ll manage. “You’ll just have to keep a good hold on me so I don’t roll off. Do you have a long shirt I can borrow? I don’t really wanna wear this to bed,” I ask looking down at my tight leather dress.
He looks me up and down and shakes his head like he’s in shock, but stands from the sofa and grabs his rucksack, pulling open the zipper and rifling through it before pulling out a long grey Zoo York T-shirt. He sniffs it and tilts his head in approval and then throws it to me. Catching it with both hands, I smile as I place it to the side and bring my foot up to pull off my thigh high purple boot. I start with my right, yanking it off, the pressure of wearing the tight boot is alleviated, and I moan in relief once my foot is finally free. Then I swap to my left foot, pulling it to freedom too. I throw them to the floor, and Mercs chuckles slightly as they thump on the concrete.
“Don’t know how you can stand in those things.”
Giggling as I rub my swollen arches, I shake my head. “Lots of practice.” Standing up. I reach around my back for my zipper, but can’t quite reach it. “Urgh, stupid thing,” I murmur.
Mercs steps up behind me, placing his hand on my hip to steady me and swiping my hair from my back, sending a shiver down my spine. “Here, let me.” His voice drops to a low tenor, and my thighs clench together to dull the ache developing between them at his sensual voice. His other hand moves up and he slowly unzips the back of my dress.
That buzz is back, the surge floating through the room as the heat from his palm on my hip sends a bustle of energy straight between my legs. My breathing hitches as my chest rises and falls quickly with the slow, torturous movement of his hands on me as he opens my dress.
Mercs finally unzips me completely, revealing my panties and bra to him. He clears his throat as he takes a step back, and I turn around to face him. His eyes lock with mine as I cling to the front of my dress and decide to just go for it. I let my dress fall to the floor between us, and his eyes don’t leave mine while I stand before him in my bra and matching purple panties. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down, but the rest of his body is dead still like he’s scared to move an inch.
The air is crackling, sizzling, and bursting with tension as I lick my lips and look him dead in the eyes. The energy between us is scorching and I inch closer to him as he flares his nostrils seeming like he might be losing his self-control. Both our chests are heaving with the tension buzzing through the room as we stare at each other.
Suddenly, his hand snaps up, grabbing the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair tightly as he lunges forward, yanking my lips to his. My lips tingle and pop as we connect. His kiss is strong as he takes me by surprise, but fuck do I like it. His other hand snakes around my waist pulling me to him. Tingles riddle my entire body as his mouth opens and his tongue enters my mine, dancing in perfect rhythm together, jumping to a beat all of their own.
Kissing Mercs feels like everything and nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life before. It’s all rainbows and butterflies and fucking unicorns dancing in cotton candy, it’s that freaking exciting.
He tastes like my berry water, and my body tingles as I ignite inside while he kisses me. It feels like fireworks are exploding all around me. My heart expands with excitement at the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
Mercs’ fingers dig into my hair, holding on tight in a show of dominance which makes my knees feel weak as he kisses me harder. My clit starts to tingle as a deep groan echoes from his chest while my hands slide up his arms holding onto his biceps, his muscles flexing with his strength.
The kiss is intense, hot and so deeply sexy as he grinds into me making me melt into him before he begins to ease the kiss and pulls back from me, releasing my hair and looks into my eyes. We stare at each other panting for breath as I lick my lips. My hands still on his biceps while his hand on my hip loosens, and he takes a slow step back, putting a small distance between us.
Wow!
Neither of us say anything, nor acknowledge the kiss we just shared as I smirk at him and look to the sofa. I don’t think this should go any further tonight so I bend down, grabbing the T-shirt, and pull it over my head. It slides over my skin like a warm blanket. The cotton feeling at home against my flesh, a softness in contrast to the leather that’s been encasing me for the last few hours. Plus, it smells of Mercs, and that’s giving me a comfort I didn’t know it would.
His lips turn up into a small smile as I look at the sofa.
“So… time for bed?” I ask.
  



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Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.
Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry, and get completely enveloped with the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t consider doing anything else.



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