Power Play – The Juniper Court Series
If Fifty is the new Thirty, then Nina Sullivan is today’s pin-up girl. Blessed with good genes, she’s keeping the crow’s feet and laugh lines at bay, maximizing her youthful appearance. But, factor in her lackluster sex life and she’s pushing a hundred.
In the early years of their marriage, Nina and Sully consumed each other with raw, carnal passion. And then one by one, year by year, their children snuffed out the burning flames.
Now that the kids have flown the nest, Nina is ready to douse the simmering embers of her marriage with her naughty fantasies and a little kink.
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I step in front of the full-length mirror to get a passing glance before heading out the door. Though my outfit is very appropriate for the office, it’s boring. I could blend in with the walls. I don’t want to blend in. I want to stand out. Turn heads. Particularly, Sully’s. I want to look like a sexy siren. I want to tempt him into bending me over his desk for hard pounding.
People always ask what it’s like to work with your husband every day. The truth is, we rarely see each other during the day. Sully’s out on job sites most days. But today, he will be coming to the office to turn in payroll hours and expense reports. I still haven’t convinced him to do this digitally, which aggravates me to no end. But today, I will use his antiquated procedures to my advantage.
Rifling back through my closet, I select my black pencil skirt. I pair it with a white oxford shirt, unbuttoned down the front until the red lace of my bra peeks out from the sides. Sliding into my red, fuck me heels, I barely recognize the woman in the mirror staring back at me. She looks like a sex kitten.
Time to make my kitty purr.
The Juniper Court Series
7 Houses, 7 Authors, 7 Different Stories
Project Paradise by Phoebe Alexander
The New Neighbor by Isabelle Peterson
Then Again by Sylvie Stewart
Power Play by Lainie Suzanne
Relationship Resuscitation by Jennifer Theriot
The Knock by Emme Burton
Unexpected Love by Vicki Green
About the author:
I’m Lainie Suzanne and I was born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia. I currently live in North Carolina with my husband, my best friend, the love of my life.
I love reading Erotic Romance, but often found myself unable to relate to the characters. I wanted to read about a heroine I could relate to and thought other women would too. The heroine in Nexus, Katherine, is in her mid-forties, divorced, curvaceous, insecure, sassy, and feels self-conscious about her body. Things many women can relate to. I like to say I write Realistic Erotic Romance.
I’ve always had a love affair with vampires, so I decided to merge eroticism and vampirism and my novella, Blood Moon was born.
I never thought of myself as a writer, and honestly, I still don’t. I have stories and characters in my head that I want to know more about and see what kind of wicked kinkery they can get into along the way. My characters mean a lot to me; they’re part of me.
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The Nexus Series
NEXUS – The Core of Erotic Desires – Nexus Series # 1
Katherine Stevens is divorced with a recently empty nest. She lives a so-called normal life. With dates few and far between, which she blames on her plump, full figure; Katherine’s desires are met vicariously through the characters of her favorite erotic novels.
When Katherine’s best friend arranges a “Girls Night Out” at NEXUS, a local BDSM club, she is thrust into the erotic world she’s always secretly desired. Unbeknownst to her, Katherine catches the eye of the club owner, Master Isaac. He makes her an offer she can’t refuse.
Retired from the Navy, Isaac Jameson took the reins of his family’s construction company. With extensive knowledge and training in the BDSM lifestyle, Isaac opened NEXUS, a BDSM club and training center.
The betrayal of his wife and the deception of his former sub, Isaac has sworn off relationships. His play comes from the training of subs, which requires zero commitment. For years, he’s hampered his possessive needs and trust, but this redheaded vixen is taunting his possessive beast within.
As Isaac introduces Katherine to her most erotic desires, evil is lurking around her. Will she find strength in her new lifestyle or will it destroy her?
SOLEIL – The Nexus Series #2
Divorced and settled into single life, Debra planned a “Girls Night Out” to rival all, arranging a visit to Nexus, a local BDSM club, for a her best friend Katherine. To their surprise, Katherine catches the eye of the club owner, Isaac, igniting a scorching hot connection that has led to their engagement.
Though she loved her visit to Nexus, Debra has shunned her friend’s invitations to become a member, feeling she would be a third wheel to the engaged couple. Then fate intervenes and Debra gets an invitation to Nexus from someone she can’t deny.
In her mid-forties, Debra is on the verge of experiencing a life she never realized she desired. Her new found erotic fantasies have her exploring life’s most taboo behaviors with not one, but two Alpha males who have stolen her heart. Throwing caution to the wind, Debra embarks on a journey to find love, that could ultimately lead to the destruction of her heart.
Believing she’s found the road to happiness, guilt and shame consume her when a tragic loss thrusts her ex-husband back into her life, dredging up regrets of the past.
Will Debra embrace the new life she’s discovered at Nexus or will she allow old feelings and close-minded ideals to derail her happiness and a chance at love?
***Warning – This book is meant for mature audiences 18 years and older. Scenes include MFM menage, anal play, BDSM themes
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DECEIT ~ The Nexus Series #3
Gina’s been drawn to the dark and mysterious Leo, since the moment he first returned to Nexus. However, her sordid past prevents from offering her complete submission.
Leo put up a good fight, but Gina’s natural submissiveness taunts his sadistic nature. Leo demands open and honest communication, something Gina struggles with.
Can Gina endure Leo’s demanding ways or will her past destroy her and those closest to her, including newlyweds, Katherine and Isaac?
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WICKED ~ The Nexus Series #4
CHARLOTTE and EDWARD
You know them.
You envy them.
You secretly crave to be WITH them.
They are WICKED!
Discover the lascivious and tantalizing journey of Charlotte and Edward and how they became the Dynamic Duo of Nexus.
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PERNICIOUS – The Nexus Series #5
A local murder investigation led by Lt. Patrick Donovan draws the attention of the FBI, immersing him into the heinous and secretive world of human trafficking.
With no leads, the FBI investigation turns toward local fetish clubs. Patrick is torn between duty and family when the club he belongs to becomes a target.
Worlds collide and friendships are tested.
The age-old battle of good vs. evil.
But evil doesn’t always wear a mask.
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BLOOD MOON is my journey into Erotic Paranormal. It’s a delicious Erotic Vampire Novella
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Two years ago, Melaina Harrison’s boyfriend was killed in an accident and her life has been in a rut since. Each day merging into the next. Then one fateful night, a dark and seductive stranger walks into her life and shifts her world off its axis. Her new lover’s incredible perception of her wants and desires has her reeling in ecstasy; as if he knows her every thought.
Keres Re is beautiful, intelligent, strong; the epitome of the perfect woman. The perfect vampire. Men fall at her feet, both vampire and human. What more could a woman want? Keres wants what all women want, the love of her life. She found her eternal love, however Andrew died in a tragic accident before Keres had a chance to capture his heart for forever. The death she blames on one person – Melaina Harrison.
For two years, Keres has plotted and formulated a plan to avenge the death of her intended eternal lover. She enlists the help of her brother Marco to execute her vengeance.
Will Melaina discover her lover’s true existence or will Keres enact her revenge?
Blood Moon Rising – Blood Moon Series #2
Keres Re was a prominent member of her coven. Her dedication, as well as her intelligence and hard work, landed her a prestigious position on the council. In doing so, she earned the respect and confidence of the coven leader, Lord Sebastian.
However, a series of unfortunate events distorted Keres judgement and she allowed jealousy and revenge to destroy everything she had worked so hard to achieve. After breaking most of the coven laws, she finds herself repenting for her indiscretions at the mercy of her leader.
Lord Sebastian provides Keres an opportunity to work through her conflicting feelings, however she rejects his efforts at every turn. Her defiance and stubborn behavior spurs a darker side to Lord Sebastian that Keres has never experienced.
Can Keres endure Lord Sebastian’s wrath or will an unsuspecting adversary destroy the entire coven?
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Title: Wild Trail
Series: Clean Slate Ranch #1
Author: A.M. Arthur
Publisher: Carina Press
Release Date: Dec 11, 2017
Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex
Length: 90,000 words
Genre: Romance, cowboy romance, actor, law enforcement,
Welcome to Clean Slate Ranch: home of tight jeans, cowboy boots, and rough trails. For some men, it’s a fantasy come true. Mack Garrett loves the rolling hills surrounding his Northern California dude ranch. Leading vacationers on horse trails with his two best friends is enough—romance is definitely not in the cards. When a sexy tourist shows up at Clean Slate, he’s as far from Mack’s type as can be. So why is the handsome city slicker so far under his skin in less than a day? Roughing it in the middle of nowhere isn’t anywhere near Wes Bentley’s idea of fun. Then he lays eyes on the gruffest, hottest papa bear he’s ever seen. But Mack is as hard to pin down as he looks—distant, sharp-tongued, and in desperate need of a shave. Until a campout gone wrong strands both men in the mountains with nothing to do but get to know each other. Mack intends to keep his closely guarded heart out of Wes’s very talented hands. But for a seven-day cowboy, Wes is packing some long-term possibility. The cold country air can do wonders for bringing bodies together—but it will take more than that to bridge the distance between two men whose lives are worlds apart. This book is approximately 90,000 words One-click with confidence. This title is part of the Carina Press Romance Promise: all the romance you’re looking for with an HEA/HFN. It’s a promise! Carina Press acknowledges the editorial services of Alissa Davis
Footsteps scuffled in the dirt. Wes turned, expecting to see Sophie or Miles. Instead, Mack’s broad body filled his vision. He smiled at Wes from beneath the tilted brim of his hat—a smile less friendly, and slightly more predatory. Wes’s skin prickled with awareness.
“Doesn’t seem like you to not be sociable,” Mack said.
“Stretching my legs,” Wes lied. Okay, so that was partly true. He glanced around, startled to see he’d wandered a good ten yards from the creek and the other campers.
“Don’t stretch too far. You might get eaten by a mountain lion.”
“Please tell me you’re kidding.”
Mack shrugged one muscled shoulder. “Can’t say as I’ve seen one myself, but I’ve seen their tracks.” Wes must have had some kind of terror on his face, because Mack added, “They tend to stay to the north, though, higher up in the mountains. Shouldn’t be much of a bother to us.”
“Good.” He took a breath to calm his suddenly racing heart, which could have been from the mountain lion scare as much as the way Mack had taken a protective step closer. Close enough that he could smell sweat and horse, and something deeper that was all Mack. Not cologne. He doubted Mack wore that shit around the horses. But whatever the smell was, it was damned intoxicating.
“You not enjoying the trip?” Mack asked out of the blue.
“Sure. Not used to riding on a horse.”
Mack tilted his head, that smile dimming. “You sure that’s it? A few times on the trail, you looked…I don’t know. Sad?”
Mack had been checking him out while they were riding? “I’m not sad, exactly. Sometimes I get inside my own head and it isn’t a pretty place to be. All the regrets and bad choices. It’s why I usually am the center of attention in a crowd. Talking and entertaining people lets me not think about my problems.”
“I hear ya.” Mack shoved his hands into his jeans pockets, pulling the material tight across his crotch. Wes couldn’t help taking a peek at the package, nicely outlined even under denim.
Dropping to his knees and blowing the tour guide for being kind was probably frowned upon by management, so Wes forced his gaze back up. Mack watched him with open amusement in his eyes, even if his lips were still flat. Curious, Wes poked out his tongue and clacked the ball of his tongue stud against his teeth. Mack’s nostrils flared.
“Ever felt one of these against your—” Wes glanced at Mack’s crotch “—skin?”
Mack growled. “You’re trouble.”
“In the flesh.”
“Troublemakers like you deserve spankings,” Mack retorted, his voice low and growly.
Wes’s dick perked up. “Please, daddy.”
“Fuck.” Mack took a deliberate step backward, big arms crossing over his chest.
“Was that an invitation?” Wes purred, cocking his hip just so.
His only response was another growl—the kind that made Wes’s belly tighten in anticipation of action. Instead, Mack threw his shoulders back and said flatly, “I don’t fuck the guests.”
“Then how about after checkout on Saturday? I won’t be a guest anymore.”
Mack’s silence said loads to the fact that he was actually considering Wes’s offer, and hell yes, Wes would love to bend over for Mack—a big, stallion of a man who probably fucked like a champion.
Meet the Author
A.M. Arthur was born and raised in the same kind of small town that she likes to write about, a stone’s throw from both beach resorts and generational farmland. She’s been creating stories in her head since she was a child and scribbling them down nearly as long, in a losing battle to make the fictional voices stop. She credits an early fascination with male friendships (bromance hadn’t been coined yet back then) with her later discovery of and subsequent love affair with m/m romance stories. A.M. Arthur’s work is available from Carina Press, Dreamspinner Press, SMP Swerve and Briggs-King Books. When not exorcising the voices in her head, she toils away in a retail job that tests her patience and gives her lots of story fodder. She can also be found in her kitchen, pretending she’s an amateur chef and trying to not poison herself or others with her cuisine experiments.
’Twas the night before Christmas, but what’s stirring is a little more dangerous than a mouse.
Taviano is nearly two hundred years old and never wakes in the same place twice. Weary and jaded, the vampire still indulges in memories of childhood Christmases in Naples. He lingers in shadow, spying on mortals as they enjoy the holiday.
When Taviano spots a handsome young man in Boston loaded down with presents and about to be mugged, he can’t help but intervene. Soon he’s talking to joyous, naïve, strong-willed and funny Paul, a short-order cook who raised funds to buy Christmas presents for LGBTQ children. Before he knows what’s happened, Taviano is wrapped up in Paul’s arms and then in his schemes to get the presents delivered by Christmas morning.
A vampire turned into a Christmas elf… What could go wrong?
Vampire Claus is a 30,000-word standalone gay romance about a lonely vampire and a fearless mortal with no instinct for self-preservation. A heartwarming ending, no cliffhanger, and a young man who discovers he has a thing for fangs. Isn’t that what Christmas is all about?
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Title: Love By Number
Author: DJ Jamison
Publisher: DJ Jamison
Release Date: October 12, 2017
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Length: 31,000 words
Genre: Romance, LGBT, m/m contemporary romance
Aidan doesn’t have the best record with relationships, but he’s had a lifelong love affair with baseball. Player stats and computer simulations make sense. People don’t. But when he needs a ride to the World Series, he must rely on another person: a sexy artist who is as spontaneous as Aidan is predictable. Jesse doesn’t care about baseball. As an artist, he’d rather paint a player than watch him at bat. But his grandpa loves the Kansas City Royals, so he takes him to every home game. He has no idea a fender bender in the parking lot is about to deliver new inspiration in the shape of a man with a whole bag of quirks. Despite their differences, Jesse and Aidan hit it off, and their sexual chemistry is fantastic. But when Aidan’s numbers betray him, Jesse isn’t prepared for the fall-out. If Aidan continues to put his passion for baseball stats above everything else, he could miss out on the most important numbers in life: the number of smiles, kisses and laughs they could share in a lifelong journey together.
Aidan clutched at his hair, heart hammering in his chest. The front driver’s side of his black Saab was crumpled. The wheel well took a direct hit, the force of the collision pressing it into the tire. He could tell from just looking that the axle must be bent, if not broken, by the way the tire tilted at the wrong angle. It’s not drivable, he thought, and his heart hammered harder. He felt his hands trembling, and not as an aftershock of the accident. Well, not from experiencing the accident, at least. He was shaking because his plans had just been thrown in the blender. “Hey, you okay?” He looked up, gazing blankly at the figure approaching him. A man, but his features were lost in the shadows. Not that Aidan could focus on something like facial features right now. That wasn’t easy on a good day, much less in a moment like this. “It’s not that big a deal,” he muttered to himself, as he’d learned from his therapist years ago. “It’s not. It’s not. But …” He groaned and clutched at his hair some more. “How am I going to get to the World Series now? I have to get there!” He’d wrapped up so many hopes in getting to that series, in watching the Royals perform in high-stakes games. It was the perfect time to prove out his math. It might not be rocket science, but Aidan still wanted to watch his math come to life on the baseball field, in the most important series of the season. In person. A hand touched his shoulder, and he flinched away. “I’m sorry. Are you hurt?” a voice asked. A nice, mellow voice. He liked the raspy quality of it and the cadence of the man’s words. His tone calmed Aidan. He managed to drag his gaze from the damage to the man’s face. “I’m …” Sexy Artist Guy. He faltered when he recognized the dark hair tinted with maroon highlights, dark eyes and sculpted lips — all coming together in a perfect symmetry. A perfect representation of geometry in nature, really. And the freckles splashed over his nose, highlighted now by the security lights overhead? They somehow added to his sex appeal instead of detracting from it. Aidan had seen an open sketchbook on this man’s lap more than once when passing by on a bathroom break. He mostly drew portraits, from the look of it, but Aidan had only caught a glimpse. It made sense he was an artist since his entire appearance was like a work of art to Aidan’s eyes. He couldn’t imagine being so creative with his hair or his wardrobe or his skin, where Sexy Artist Guy had embraced both tattooing (his right bicep) and piercing (both ears and right eyebrow). “I’m so sorry,” Sexy Artist Guy said again. “I saw an opening and went for it. I didn’t see you coming, but my grandfather was distracting me—” “Blame it on the old man, why don’t ya?” a hoarse voice boomed loudly enough to make Aidan jump. “Gramps, not now, huh? The guy is freaking out.” “I’m not freaking out,” Aidan said sharply. The fascination with the stranger’s face faded as he remembered why he was in this situation. He gestured to the damage. “There’s no way I can drive that.” “We can give you a lift,” the old man said, at the same time the handsome stranger said, “We’ll call you a tow truck.” “But look at my car!” he said, not sure they understood the direness of the situation. Artist Guy frowned, then glanced behind Aidan. Following his look, he realized they were blocking traffic. A line of cars snaked through the parking lot, headlights shining on Aidan’s personal disaster. “I should move my car.” He glanced back at the bent wheel well, frowning. He hoped he could move the car. “Jesse,” the old man spoke, “you help him push. I’ll get in and put it in neutral.” They all took their positions, and with some work managed to push the car into an empty space next to the Lincoln Towncar that had so cruelly crunched the Saab. Aidan cringed at the scraping metal sound as his car rolled out of the lane of traffic. Once off to the side, Jesse pulled out his wallet. He handed his license to Aidan, who stared at it. He took in all the details: 6-foot-1, 175 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, born one year after Aidan, making him twenty-six. Jesse cleared his throat, and Aidan glanced up. “Aren’t you going to take a picture?” Damn. He’d been staring. The old saying popped into his mind: Take a picture, it’ll last longer. He flushed. “Sorry.” He started to hand the license back, but Jesse looked at him as if he had a screw loose. Then it clicked. Take a picture. For insurance. Right. He dug out his phone and clicked the pic of the license, and then of the insurance card that Jesse handed over. He was still rattled by the accident, thrumming with bottled-up anxiety. “You okay? You’re pretty twitchy,” Jesse said. “I’m sure the insurance will cover the damage.” “Yeah, but it’s my car.” “Yeah?” Aidan waved to his car, unsure how to make Jesse understand. “It was reliable.” “Um, won’t it still be reliable when it’s fixed?” “The World Series is in two days.” “So …” “Jesse, stop being thick,” the old man interrupted. “Obviously, he was going to drive up to St. Louis, and a Saab is a foreign car. He won’t be able to get the parts locally. Maybe not even the mechanic. They don’t make those cars anymore. He can’t get it fixed in time.” “Oh.” “I have to go to that game. I go to all the away games within driving distance. I always do. And this is the World Series. I’m going to have to take a bus, and, oh God, I can’t stand to ride the bus—” “Jesse will drive you.” Aidan looked at the older man. He had a bushy head of white hair and enough wrinkles to give a Shar-Pei a run for its money, but his tone was confident, the kind of confident that brooked no nonsense. He’d heard that tone from his own mother too many times to count. “He will?” “I will?” Jesse echoed. “Gramps, I’m sure Aidan doesn’t want—” “That would be great!” Normally, Aidan wouldn’t want to ride long distance with a stranger, but when contrasted with a bus full of strangers, he jumped at the opportunity. Besides, Jesse and his grandfather had been at every home game. If Jesse were some kind of predator or bully, he’d have shown it by now. Right? He’d only had one other interaction with Jesse. He’d walked up to Aidan once, when he was trying to quickly record the stats from the latest play and compare them against what he’d predicted for that player’s performance. Aidan had been too distracted to make conversation, especially small talk with a stranger. But he couldn’t help noticing his great smile. Jesse was one of those people who smiled with his whole being, not just his mouth. His eyes brightened, his cheeks dimpled and his body even seemed to vibrate with happy energy. Aidan liked that because it was easy to see Jesse’s happiness. It wasn’t subtle, which would be lost on him, or confusing — like when people’s mouths smiled but their eyes stayed cold. He didn’t understand that. Was he supposed to respond to their mouth or their eyes? And then there were some people who just smiled all the time, even when they said mean things. What did that mean? Smiles could be confusing, but Jesse’s wasn’t. “I have tickets to the games,” Gramps was saying now. “I was going to ask you to go, as a favor to me.” “What? But you said in the car—” “Hush,” Gramps said, a gleam in his eye. “I’m not up for that kind of travel. I want you to go in my place, so you can tell me all about it. You take this nice young man. It’s the least we can do. Watch the games for me, and tell me all about it when you come home.” Aidan pulled out his phone to call the tow truck, watching the two men in a staring stand-off. He made arrangements for the tow and disconnected in time to see Jesse sigh and nod. “Okay, Gramps. For you.” “Good boy,” Gramps said, clapping him on the shoulder.
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Meet the Author
DJ Jamison grew up in the Midwest and worked in newsrooms for more than 10 years, which came in handy when she began writing stories centered on a series of love connections between small-town Kansas newspaper staffers, their sources and their readers. It was the perfect entrance into the world of fiction, and she has since branched out into ERs, health clinics and other settings to tell the stories of characters who are flawed but loveable. She writes a variety of queer characters, from gay to bisexual to asexual, with a focus on telling love stories that are more about common ground than lust at first sight. DJ is married with two sons and two glow-in-the-dark fish that are miraculously still alive.
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