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Best I Ever Had by Wendi Zwaduk  

Turquoise Morning Press

A Dirty Bits Short Novella

Category:  Fiction, Erotica/Erotic Romance (multiple partners, ménage, anal sex, mm, lbgt)
ISBN: 9781622371273

Ebook Price: $0.99

Turquoise Morning Press: http://www.turquoisemorningpress.com/2013/03/best-i-ever-had-new-dirty-bits-story.html

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BS3YIQU/

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/best-i-ever-had-wendi-zwaduk/1114843998?ean=2940044372542

The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.

All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.
Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right?

Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s lover…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.

Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started?

Now for a wild excerpt!!

“I want to make you happy, Em.” Sam’s breath skittered along her upper chest and raised goose bumps on her flesh. “I want to make you burn. No toy is going to do that.”

The rasp of his voice broke through her defenses. He continued to ignore her questions, but she didn’t care. Emma gazed into his darkened baby-blues. What she found made her racing heart beat even faster. Repentance. Desire. Need. She licked her lips. The man personified sex on a stick. “How do you suppose you’ll improve my mood, Sam?”

Sam smoothed his calloused hand along her collarbone to the base of her throat. She trembled. The muscles tightened and her skin sizzled.

“I said it before and I meant it. I want to lick every inch of you and hear you scream my name, Em.” He stopped a whisper from her lips. “Only my name.”

“What about Quint?”

Instead of answer, Sam swooped in for a kiss. Emma gasped into his mouth. Her knees wobbled as he swiped his tongue over hers. Forget the loose top or her fears. She wrapped her arms around him and ground her pussy against the bulge in his jeans. Sam hiked her up against his chest and carried her into the bedroom. She broke the kiss and held on with each stride.

Emma collapsed on the bed. Her legs fell open. She never could resist his caress. “Take

me, Sam.”

“My girl still wants me. Halle-fucking-lujah.” Sam groaned. His voice dropped two octaves to a rough bass that made her womb quiver. “Jesus, I missed you.”

“Missed you, too.” Emma nodded. “Show me.” Her heart thrummed in her ears and her breath caught in her throat. She wanted him for the rest of her life. She dropped her hand from her breasts and guided him to her soaked cut off shorts. She should’ve felt exposed. Instead, she felt complete. “Right here, right now, Sam.”

Sam ripped the t-shirt up over his head, giving Emma teasing glances of the chiseled muscles of his chest. Her gaze followed the thin trail of crisp mahogany hair that disappeared below his belt to where the true pleasure lay trapped. Emma moved her knees, her hands sliding down her torso until she hooked her fingers into her waistband.

“That’s right, baby.” Sam tossed the discarded garments onto the floor. “I want to see all of you.”

Emma shrugged out of his shirt. The brisk air in the bedroom kissed her dewy skin. She fumbled with the zipper on her shorts. Sam grasped the frayed edge of her shorts and pulled. The scream of ripping denim ricocheted through the room. “No bottoms?” Sam crawled along her body and planted his knees on either side of her hips. He cupped her chin and nibbled her ear. “You shaved.”

Emma threaded one arm around his neck and spoke against his lips. “I like being bare.”

“I like you bare.” He took both her hands in one of his and arranged her on the bed. “You’re so wet.” His gaze seared her. “For me.”

“Sam?” Her heart pounded. “Make love to me, Sam. With Quint watching.”

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Hump Day Hump with Drizzle Me in Chocolate!

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It's Hump Day Hump time and my hump is a fun one!! Yeah! Check out more here. And now for mine from the Smut for Chocoholics Anthology!

Drizzle Me In Chocolate

Wendi Zwaduk

Wendi.zwaduk@gmail.com

Erotic contemporary romance

Chocolate might not last forever, but love does.

Elysa agreed to model chocolate, but she never imagined she’d be faced with her past. Simon Dumont—playboy, millionaire and her one weakness. Can she get through the shoot with her pride intact, or is he worth losing her heart all over again?

Simon knew damn well who he wanted for those pictures. Only one woman could embody the sensuality needed to sell his exotic chocolates and chocolate inspired sex toys—Elysa Green. He’s not about to be denied a second time. Can the Casanova of Chocolates prove he’s the one man to make her happy or will their smouldering passion consume them before love strikes a second time?

Available here:

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BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/smut-for-chocoholics-victoria-blisse/1115122735?ean=9781782347552

EXCERPT:

Simon stood and whisked her off the chaise lounge. She’d walked out of his life before and without much explanation. Part of him wanted her to rebuke him, but the rest of him craved her. Elysa Green affected him much like the chocolate—one taste wasn’t enough.

“Finish the shoot, then we can play.” He placed the square of chocolate on her tongue. “We’ve got all night.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned again. She chewed in deliberate motions, licking her lips. Her cheeks infused with a beautiful shade of pink.

“Don’t know if I can wait that long.”

“You will.” He wrapped one arm around her. “Remember our games?”

“How could I forget?” Her blush deepened.

“The other half of the shoot involves the games we played and showcasing the more decadent, sexual side of my chocolate business. I’m just watching—you’re modelling the items.” He rubbed his cock between her thighs, reminding her how much he wanted her. “All of them.”

Elysa opened her mouth, but instead of saying anything she rose up on her toes and kissed him. The connection seared him to the core. A touch of the chocolate remained on her lips. He curled his other arm around her waist and smoothed his left hand up to the base of her neck. Elysa moaned and writhed against his chest. Yes, this was what he missed. She came alive in his embrace and pushed him to want more from her. He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged, breaking the kiss and exposing her neck to his appraisal.

“Whatever you want from me, I’m yours,” she murmured. Her skirt shifted high on her hips, exposing her ass and the tiny thong she wore.

“Fuck.” Simon walked her backwards to the chaise and eased her onto the butter soft leather surface. Her hair fanned out around her face like a caramel wave and she puckered her kiss swollen lips. He didn’t bother to move the skirt, but rather shifted the panties aside. Her scent, flowery perfume and musk drifted up to him. His mouth watered.

“Take me, Simon.”  She opened her legs and dragged two fingers down her pussy lips. Her juices glittered in the harsh lighting.

He shouldn’t want her. Shouldn’t fuck her in the middle of a photo shoot, but holy shit. He’d been refused for too long.

Behind him a door opened and closed. “I somehow figured I’d find you in this position.”

Simon knew that voice. Paolo. Elysa’s eyes widened and she pushed her clothes back into place. Simon glanced over his shoulder, then scooted in front of her to hide what was left of her modesty. “Paolo.”

“Thanks for coming on a short notice. We were waiting on you.” The one photographer Simon trusted to created the perfect images of Elysa nude and drizzled in chocolate—Paolo. The other photographer might have worked, but he wanted the guaranteed best.

“And in heat.” Paolo dropped his shoulder bag onto the desk. “And Simon, you know I’ve done it all. Nothing shocks me, honey, I’ve seen it all. Now who is getting naked and what naughty chocolates are we photographing for the catalogue?”

Racing Quotes of the Week!

 It's time for the racing quotes of the week!! Enjoy!!

"...ganging up on her..."

Sounds bad, but maybe it's fun?

"...a Busch up front..."

Snicker.

"...he's trying to go higher..."

Is that possible?

"...overcompensating for the intense speed..."

Sounds like he's a vibrator.

"...they almost smacked each other..."

Maybe they get into pain play?

"...drive down below her..."

Oh! So he's going for the girl below her. Got it.

"...Busch on the inside..."

That's a little confounding. I don't think it's supposed to be on the inside. Or is she in the middle?

And now for the DOOZY of the Week!!

"...he's going somewhere..."

One word: DUH. 

It's a race. Shouldn't he be going somewhere? Just sayin'.

Rob and Lou's Wild Weekends by Victoria Blisse

My dear friend, Victoria Blisse, has penned a fantastic novella that should be right up your kinky fancy. Check out Rob and Lou's Wild Weekends!

Robert Nimble is thirty-five years old, he’s tech support for a large Internet host, and loves to play computer games to relax. He’s married to Louise Nimble, who’s a child minder, and a year younger than her husband. She bakes to unwind. Taking the old adage that stressed is desserts spelt backwards to heart.

Robert and Louise are more often known by the shortenings of their names—Rob and Lou. They’ve been married for ten years and have two children: Connor, who is six, and Elizabeth, who’s four.  They live in a terraced house in a suburban outskirt of Manchester. As a family, they enjoy their yearly week-long holiday to Scarborough, and visits to the cinema to watch films that the kids and adults giggle at in equal measure.  In the school holidays, they’ll often be found in museums and parks, enjoying the culture and the beauty of Britain.

They’re a smiley family, although Rob can get grumpy when his tech genius isn’t taken seriously enough, and Lou may have the patience of a saint with children, but more than two hours with her in-laws has her pulling out her hair. The children are mostly well-behaved, with an inclination to the curious, and the mischief that goes hand in hand with that. If they do run into the back of your legs, or scare you with their latest pet insect, they will apologise politely and you’re likely to instantly forgive them.

This book is not about the day-to-day life of this family, but those weekends and rare occasions that Lou and Rob get some time to themselves to indulge their sensual natures. Rob enjoys seeing his darling wife in very little clothing, and likes to indulge in intricate and imaginative role plays. Lou enjoys a bit of spanking, some domination, and bondage. She wouldn’t say she was into BDSM, per se; she just likes to dip a toe in the shallow end of that particularly pervy pond.  They both like to flirt with erotic danger, playing about in public places in hopes of possibly being caught.

Rob and Lou’s Wild Weekends are just that, so hold on and enjoy the ride.


Rob and Lou’s Wild Weekends.

Hold on tight, it’s going to get wild! Rob and Lou could pass you in the streets and you’d likely not notice them. They’re in their thirties, have a family and jobs to hold down and they do it with smiles on their faces. But occasionally they get a little time off and that’s when things get seriously sexy.
Light-hearted and fun, this mini-anthology features episodes from this couple’s wild weekends. Making the most of the mud, finding the erotic nature of an apron and even having a sexy visit to a fish and chip shop. Rob and Lou make the mundane much more pleasurable so join them on their kinky ride.
Includes a bonus short story Damsel in Distress and excerpts from other ebooks by the award winning queen of rosy, raunchy and rubenesque erotic romance, Victoria Blisse.

Buy links and more info: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/rob-lous-wild-weekends

Individual Buy links:
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And now for a hot Excerpt:

Rob and Lou’s Domestic Discipline

It was only a small parcel in a typical brown padded envelope. It wasn’t expected, which is why I spent so long looking it over. The return address didn’t ring a bell, and I really couldn’t imagine what it could be so, finally, I opened it. I grinned to myself as I did. My husband Rob would have laughed at me, spending so long looking at the wrapping and wondering. He doesn’t get why I like to eke out the anticipation in moments like this.

Inside was a square of white with a lacy frill all around it. When I opened it up, I found ties –it was a pinny. Inside the parcel was a sealed envelope. I opened it to find a card covered in small red love hearts.

Wear this tonight and only this xxx

PS Kids are going to my mum’s for tea tonight, so don’t worry.

I recognised my husband’s handwriting immediately and chuckled when I remembered a conversation we’d held in a restaurant once about pinnies and their attractiveness. Well, Rob had been staring at this red-headed waitress (he loves auburn hair) with cute curves and pouty lips, and I had to pull him up on it.

“No, Lou, No.” He shook his head. “I am helplessly addicted to pinnies. I can’t help it.”

“Pinnies?” I lifted one brow and pinched his thigh under the table. “You’re turned on by tiny little aprons?”

“Yes.” He nodded solemnly.  “It’s a terrible affliction.”

“What’s your favourite kind?”

“White ones with lacy bits,” he replied, licking his lips salaciously.

That night, I whispered dirty sweet nothings in his ear while we fucked in the comfort of our hotel room bed. I told a story where I was a simple girl, waiting on tables in a quaint old tea shop, wearing a little lacy pinny. I giggled. He chuckled, but as my tale got hotter, the noises we made became strangled and lust-filled.

“You watch me until the end of my shift,” I whispered, hunched over him, my soft thighs stretched around his waist as his hard erection filled me. I moved gently up and down and continued the tale. “Then follow me outside into the alley. Before I can cry out, you clamp your hand over my mouth and push me roughly against the wall. I struggle helplessly but you hold me down and whisper about knowing I want it. How I’d teased you and how I would get what I’d been asking for.”

I still remember how he gripped my hips tightly when I rode him. I continued my story through groans of pleasure.

“You spin me around, press me into the harsh brick of the wall, and pull up my skirt. Grabbing hold of my prim pinny, you fuck me. I’m soaking wet, so you slide right in. You fuck me there in an alley, the girl you just met, the girl you hardly know.”

My words turned into unintelligible mumblings at the point where ecstasy took over. And ever since our holiday, with the visit to that restaurant and the evening’s tale of indecency in an apron, we’ve found a mutual fondness for the uniform of waiting staff and hotel workers alike. So, if Rob wanted me naked in nothing but a pinny for Valentine’s, that’s what he could have.

Award Winning Rosy,Raunchy Romance! 

VictoriaBlisse.co.uk

Super Book Blast ~ Midnight Special by Tawny Weber

It's a super book blast with Tawny Weber! Check it out! Tawny will be awarding a bookmark goodie package to one commenter at each stop (bookmark, signed cover flat, post it pad, magnet) and a grand prize of a $25 Amazon / BN (or other bookstore of the winner's choice) GC to one randomly drawn commenter during this tour and her other Book Blast on May 14th.

Follow the tour and comment! The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:  http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/04/super-book-blast-1-midnight-special-by.html

Somewhere on the train is a key witness for a crime involving arson, murder and a high-profile businessman. And reporter Marni Clare will do whatever it takes to get the story—even if it means crashing in a sleeper car that’s she’s not sure she’s reserved. But when she wakes, she finds herself curled up with the man she’s seeking…and he’s hot enough to derail all her plans!

FBI special agent Hunter won’t complain about the wickedly hot blonde in his arms. And maybe it’s the medication he’s on, but he’s even agreed to share his room for the entire journey….

It’s a long trip in close quarters, and within days their berth becomes the scene of some steamy railway romps. But is Marni just having fun…or is she taking Hunter for a ride?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

EXCERPT

After a couple of seconds of his death stare, Marni’s smile drooped, then she bit her lip and looked away.

There. He still had it.

The ability to intimidate sweet women. He’d bet he could make babies cry and puppies whimper, too.

“You look grumpy.”

Hunter scowled.

“Really grumpy,” she decided, closing the lid of her laptop, setting it aside and getting to her feet. She glanced at the clock on the wall, then at her watch as if to verify the time. “I’ll bet you’re hungry. We haven’t had anything but coffee in two hours. Want to get breakfast?”

“Look, I can’t do this roommate thing. It was nice enough of you to offer to share, but it’s just not going to work.”

“So you’re leaving?”

“No, you are.”

Her cupid’s bow mouth dropped open and she stared for so long, he wanted to blow on her face to make her blink.

“It’s my berth. I was in it first. Out of the goodness of my heart, I offered to share it with you. So why would I give it up?”

Hunter considered flashing his FBI badge and going the national security route. But he was seriously tired. Tired and sore and empty. He needed a little downtime. He had a week to build a case that would put away the head of one of the biggest criminal organizations on the east coast. He wasn’t going to do that with people bugging him, asking FBI questions and passing him in the hallway muttering “the truth is out there.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tawny Weber has been writing sassy, sexy romances since her first Harlequin Blaze hit the shelves in 2007.  A fan of Johnny Depp, cupcakes and color coordination, she spends a lot of her time shopping for cute shoes, scrapbooking and hanging out on Facebook. 

Readers can check out Tawny’s books at her website or join her Red Hot Readers Club for goodies like free reads, complete first chapter excerpts, recipes, insider story info and much more.  And for a limited time, she has a few open spots on her Street Team!


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Hump Day Hump ~ Sunshine of Your Love

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Sunshine of Your Love by Wendi Zwaduk

Recent Historical

M/F, Erotic Romance

Total-E-Bound Publishing

Available here:

Total-E-Bound: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1752

AllRomance Ebooks:  https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sunshineofyourlove-924172-162.html

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BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sunshine-of-your-love-wendi-zwaduk/1112938192?ean=9781781840597

It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?

Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew, but with everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.

Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid schoolgirl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too?
The only constants are time and love.

Reader Advisory: This book contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.

HUMP DAY HUMPIN'!

Noel stood and shoved his pants and boxers to the floor, then fumbled on the floor for his wallet. He tore the foil packet and sheathed himself. He couldn’t remember why he had the rubber, but he appreciated it being there in the clinch. He crawled on top of her. “Relax, breathe and look at me. I’ll try to make this wonderful. Hug me, dig your nails in, whatever you need to take the edge off.”

He rubbed his cockhead over her clit, eliciting another groan from her. Her lips parted and her puffed breath tickled his cheeks. Noel palmed her breast and nudged the blunt tip of his cock into her pussy. Her eyes widened and she cried out. Damn. He’d figured sex would hurt the first time. Hell. He moved slower and murmured in her ear.

“Yes, Sunshine. God, yes.” He pushed a little more, seating himself fully within her, and stopped.

“Hurts,” she whispered. Her nails bit into his back.

Noel pulled out and moved a little, balancing himself on one hand and his knees. “Enough?”

Cindy shook her head. “Feels better. Fuck me.”

“Such dirty words.” Noel kissed her and added another light thrust. “You fit around me like perfection.” His balls drew tight. God, he’d blow in moments.

“Harder. Doesn’t hurt as much. Please?” Cindy hooked her ankles together at the small of his back.

Noel kept himself in check, but increased the speed of his thrusts. Each time he withdrew, her walls pulled him back in. He let go of her breast and planted both hands, one on either side of her head. Cindy whimpered and worked her pussy over his cock. Her body went taut and her fingers clamped around his arms. He groaned and emptied his seed into the condom. A thought crossed his mind. If she were truly his, the condom wouldn’t be necessary.

Cindy went limp and stared up at him with glassy eyes. Her eyelids drooped and a sleepy smile formed on her lips. She touched his cheek. “I love you.”

Racing Quotes of the Week

There were some really fun ones this week. I can't wait to share them with you. Talladega always brings out the silly.

“...back or front, you choose...”

Aw...how sweet. A choice.

“...get comfortable, get a feel...”

Gotta start somewhere.

“...how aggressive you have to be to get ahead...”

Oh, so you’re a go-getter. Gotcha.

“...pulling out at the wrong time...”

Could be good. Could be bad. Depends on how you look at it.

“...give them an inch and they’ll take it all...”                                                        

Greedy. Nice.

“...gotta work together and make it happen...”

Tends to help. If one’s doing all the work, it can be boring.

Doozy of the Week - and this one is really.... really dirty.

“...don’t know if I’ve got enough room for the camera to follow my moves...”

Snicker. Sounds like a true professional. Professional what? You decide.

Sunday Snog ~ Sunshine of Your Love

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It's Sunday snog time! Whoop! I thought I'd share a snippet from Sunshine of Your Love, my recent historical from Total-E-Bound. I love this story and hope you do, too. :-)

Sunshine of Your Love by Wendi Zwaduk

Recent Historical

M/F, Erotic Romance

Total-E-Bound Publishing

Available here:

Total-E-Bound: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1752

AllRomance Ebooks:  https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sunshineofyourlove-924172-162.html

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sunshine-of-Your-Love-ebook/dp/B009CT80FC/ref=sr_1_16?ie=UTF8&qid=1353095194&sr=8-16&keywords=Wendi+Zwaduk

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sunshine-of-your-love-wendi-zwaduk/1112938192?ean=9781781840597

It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?

Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew, but with everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.

Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid schoolgirl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too?
The only constants are time and love.

Reader Advisory: This book contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.

EXCERPT:

“Hey.” He cupped her chin. “If I learned nothing else over there, it’s that tomorrow is never guaranteed.” Noel wiped away one of her tears with the pad of his thumb. “I can’t say I’m not sorry she dumped me this way. Things probably wouldn’t have worked out, but I sure as shit wish Sophie had had the balls to tell me herself in person.”

“You don’t mean that.” Cindy scooted closer to him. “You two were the perfect pair.” Saying the words out loud hurt.

“I am far from perfect and I’m positive Sophie and I wouldn’t have had a future together. What she wants is now nothing like what I want.” Noel tapped her nose with his index finger, like he had when she was a child. “I’m not sorry and I’m not surprised. Sophie can’t handle things when the shit hits the fan. She wants the easy way out. I just hope the poor asshole knows what he’s gotten himself into.” He kissed her ring finger. “This looks better on your hand, like it’s supposed to be there.”

She touched his cheek, loving the scratch of day-old whiskers against the tips of her fingers. “Thank you.”

“That’s why you have it now.” He tilted his wrist. “My watch says it’s nearly seven. Why don’t we get out of this parking garage? Are you hungry? I’m starving. We could grab a late supper and talk.”

“Sure.” She cleared her throat. “Why don’t you drive?”

Noel offered his hand. “Yeah?” He helped her off the trunk of the car, but didn’t back up. The hem of her dress caught on his jeans leg, exposing most of her thigh. She wriggled to cover herself up, but he stopped her again. “Been a long time since I’ve seen something so sexy.” He smoothed the fabric, palming her thigh on the way down. “A long time.”

His lips parted and his breath warmed her skin. The musk of his cologne wrapped around her, enveloping her in his strength and masculinity. She placed her hands on his chest. His pulse thrummed under her hand. If she bounced on the balls of her feet, she’d be able to kiss him. His words came back to her. Tomorrow is never guaranteed. Then she’d take her chance today.

Cindy licked her bottom lip then captured his mouth in a kiss. Noel hummed and curled his arms around her waist. He tightened his grasp, holding her flush against his body. His erection jabbed into her stomach. Heat from him radiated along her nerve endings. His tongue tangled with hers. Feeling bold, she sucked on his tongue and ground her hips on his thigh. If they hadn’t been in the middle of the parking garage, she’d gladly have helped him initiate her trunk lid.

Noel pulled away first. A predatory look filled his brown eyes. “Get in the car.”

Hump Day Hump with Savin' Me!

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Savin’ Me by Wendi Zwaduk

Part of the Treble Anthology

Total-E-Bound Publishing

M/F, M/F/M, M/M, M/M/F, Toys, BDSM, D/s, Anal sex, Menage, Contemporary

Novella

Available here: http://www.amazon.com/Treble-ebook/dp/B006JPQZH2/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1325041252&sr=1-2

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Three is their magic number. Now they’ve got to decide if the magic is worth saving.Razrs Edge used to pack stadiums, fuelled by the inner turmoil and passion of the three founding members. Now that the threesome has parted ways, the lights aren’t as bright and the cheers of the crowds not as loud.
It’s time to bring the magic back.
Parkur has never been convinced the split was for good. They were meant to be three. But can he write the music to convince Juniper and Jacoby to give him a second chance?
Juniper and Jacoby want the triad intact. Is the love they shared as three enough to erase the destruction in their collective past?
Reader Advisory: This book contains two heroes hell bent on making sweet music with the woman of their dreams, the rediscovery of passion between three people, hot manlove and ménage action, a little spanking, some toy play, and some bondage...oh yes...Publisher's Note: This story has been previously released as part of the Treble anthology by Total-E-Bound 

And now for that HUMP!!

         “Stand, pet.”

Juniper complied and scurried off his lap. With her hands at her sides, she bowed her head. Jacoby unfolded himself from the chair and crossed the few steps to her position. “I won’t leave you, Ju. You’re mine. Always.” As he kissed her, invading her mouth with his tongue, he nudged her against the wall. He pinched her nipple, eliciting a squeak from deep in her throat. The excited sound sent pinpricks of excitement coursing through his veins. Just one good fucking against the wall to show her he loved and cared for her.

Groaning, Juniper rocked her hips against his thigh. Cream from her pussy slicked his denim-covered crotch. Damn, she wanted him. Jacoby ground into her then reached down between them, rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb. “Fuck, pet.” Jacoby panted and stroked his cock against her lower belly. “Need you now.”

“Take me.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, granting him access as he lifted her from the floor. “Please fuck me, Sir.”

Releasing her long enough to unzip and withdraw his erection, Jacoby gathered her back into his embrace and slid into her body. The walls of her pussy clenched around him, creating delicious friction. Damn, he’d never last. He built the rhythm in time with her writhing and drove into her slick channel. A melody played in his brain, the same one he heard whenever he made love to her. All he needed to make it perfect was Parkur’s steady drumbeat, his soul with them…

Maybe one day.

“Jac!” Juniper clung to him, her body a mass of shudders.

Jacoby buried his face against her neck and came with one final surge, coating her womb with his seed. “Damn.”

Lowering one leg to the floor, Juniper sagged in his arms. “I love you, Jac.”

“Love you, flower girl.”

The Cover Faery!!

I asked Marteeka Karland to help me out. I needed a Cover Faery. Yep. One that's mine (and Megan's) all mine. She came through like a champ. What do you think? I love it!