New Release! ENOUGH by Allyson Young

ENOUGH, Club Pleasure 7 by Allyson Young

Here's an adult excerpt:

            Her steps toward the Club faltered and she clattered to a halt. What was she doing? Surely everything that happened today was a message that tonight wasn’t going to go any better. And miracles were the stuff of storybooks and the bible, neither of which she paid any mind, any longer. Time to back up, cut her losses and head for home. Master Jordan would have given up on her by now in any event, and being late for…class…just wasn’t done here.

            As she retraced her steps through the well lit parking lot, her innards chilled and froze into a block of ice. Fear and second guessing herself were familiar companions and the cold was the best way to lock things down and get back to the status quo.

            “Emily.”

            His very recognizable voice reached out and wrapped an invisible restraint around her. The asphalt surface of the lot gritted beneath her soles as her feet stuttered to a stop, and the sultry air of the unseasonably warm evening pressed around her body. She stared forward and sought for the will to run. This could only end badly like everything else in her life.

            “Emily.”

            Her body hitched around against her will, drawn to its Master, no matter she hardly knew him. She was really late, and by rights he should have written her off and moved on. But he was outside, standing on the steps, his tall frame and broad shoulders silhouetted against the imposing building. Waiting for her? Maybe even concerned for her? Even the terrified individual living behind all her shields knew this for the last chance that it was. Heels tapping on the hard surface, she crossed the pavement, drawn to him by that invisible tether. He came down the steps to halt at the bottom.

            Fetching up directly in front of him, she went to her knees, the grit and dirt of countless feet and vehicles imbedding into her skin, but she ignored the slight discomfort. “I’m sorry.”

            “Sorry for what, sub? For being late? Or for running?”

            “Both.”

            “Then you’ll accept correction.”

            The dark, implicit assertion threaded its way through her collective senses like a velvet skein and her head nodded in response. “Yes.” That’s what she needed at the end of the day from hell, and what she deserved.

            “Up.” A firm grasp at her elbow brought her to her feet, and when his big hand cupped her chin, she lifted her eyes to meet his intense stare. There wasn’t a hint of softness, only awareness and certainty. She shivered in the face of it and accompanied him up the stairs, past the huge bouncer with the inscrutable face who held the door.

            Master Jordan led the way, and she followed. Not once did he check to determine her progress nor ascertain she was actually behind him, secure in his arrogance. No, trusting that she’d keep her promise. Emily kept all her promises, except the ones to herself.

            The submissive at the coat check station took her little bag. The speeding ticket protruded from the top, the color distinctive in the overhead lighting, and Jordan put his hand out. With a sympathetic glance at Emily, the sub handed the purse over. Extracting the paper, Jordan scanned it, then fixed her with a look so full of fury her breath failed in her chest. With visible restraint, he passed her belongings back for safekeeping and tucked the claim check into his waistband. It appeared she wasn’t leaving until he decided she could, and his reaction to that ticket made her wonder if he wasn’t a traffic cop in his other life.

            It wasn’t a member room, private except for the video surveillance and the checks by the dungeon monitors that her Dom turned into next. Instead, it was a semi exposed scene and punishment room. Crap. She quaked and trembled and couldn’t bring it under control.

            Master Jordan’s calm stare, one hand set firmly on her shoulder, absorbed her terror and she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes against the people all around.

            “Strip.”

            Eyes popping open, she mourned the loss of his touch and tried to moisten a very dry mouth and form some kind of plea. He waited, only the tick in his jaw belying his overt patience. You can do this.

            Keeping her eyes on his, she worked the tiny buttons on her fitted shirt free, and let the fabric drift down her arms, grabbing it before it hit the floor with the fingertips of one outstretched hand. Aside from a hot flare of his dark eyes, immediately contained, Master Jordan simply stared. The skirt’s zipper whispered its subtle purr, and pooled around her feet. Stepping out of it, she bent to scoop it up and paused to work the buckle of one stiletto strap.

            “The shoes stay on.” He made no secret of his desire for her, lust coloring his tone, and his leathers bulging as they contained his junk.

            Her nipples beaded harder, rasping against the lace of her bra, and her sex drew up, clit pulsing in recognition of his dominance and desire. Awkwardly folding the two articles of clothing, knowing she was merely prolonging the inevitable, Emily dropped them to the side and reached behind her to work the hooks of her bra loose. Jordan watched heatedly as her breasts rose, pushed forward by her efforts, and emboldened, she took her time removing the scant piece of lace. Allowing the straps to slide slowly down her upper arms, she shrugged each cup free, one at a time, and the garment drifted to the floor.

            He was on her without warning, dragging her close, putting her on her toes as one hand wove through her hair to tug her head back, while the other palmed her buttocks and ground her pelvis against the bulge of his leathers.

            “You have no control in this room, sub. None. I told you to strip, not tease. You’ve just added to your correction.”


http://www.bookstrand.com/enough

Release by J.J. Rae also writing as Lynn Rae

 

            Decorated Alphan warriors Mateen and Bynton are on a clandestine mission to one of Earth’s refugee camps, in search of the one woman who might complete their bond. Tempering their instincts to capture and hold, both men realize they must court their chosen woman to win her trust.

Avanelle Rein is merely trying to survive in the chaos of a dying society. The last thing she expects is rescue at the hands of golden-skinned alien men. Despite her attraction to them, she fears their warrior ferocity.

Facing danger from Xyran raiders draws the three together as they explore their new relationship and one another. An unexpected challenge during an ancient claiming right forces Avanelle, Bynton, and Mateen to decide if their bond is strong enough to survive.

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/bondmate-by-j-j-lore/

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-bondmate-1497631-340.html

Today's Scintillating Interview with Erika Reed!

Welcome to Craving Erotic Romance Blogspot.


Today 5/12/14 we’re presenting Author: ERIKA REED
                                               
1) Have you always wanted to be an author? No, I began my writing career in 2009. For years I enjoyed reading a good romance book. And then one day, I sat down at the computer and said to myself, “I think I want to write a ménage.” And the rest was history for me.
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2) What genre(s) do you write?  All of my books have been contemporary ménage romances.

3)  Have you ever self published? I have never self-published, but I am considering it in the future.

4) Who or what inspired you to write your first book?  I read my first erotic romance back in 2009 when my sister in law insisted that I read a certain book she had just finished reading. After that one book, I found I was hooked and couldn’t get enough of romance books. So that’s when I decided to help pay for my book habit and I sat down at my computer and began my writing career.

5) How many hours in a day might you write? I usually do most of my writing when my family is at work and school. I spend about two-three hours, five days a week writing in my office.

6) Are you a plotter or a panster? I am definitely a panster. I start out plotting, but end up doing whatever my characters say to do.

7) Do you ever find yourself slipping away and becoming so immersed in your story it affects how you relate to others? No. I like to separate my personal life with my writing. I use a lot of what I hear and see on a daily basis for my inspiration and research.

8) Are you in any of your books? Lol. All my characters are definitely made up in my head. I try to make my characters lives more interesting than my wife and mother life I lead on a daily basis.

9) What do your friends and family have to say about you writing? When I first told my friends and family I wrote a ménage book and it had been accepted by Siren, they were so thrilled. I have a supportive group of friends and family members that are very proud of me. 

10) Please share an excerpt from one of your books or a WIP that totally spoke to you when you put the words down.


From: Lana’s Last Chance


 

STORY EXCERPT

Lana needed the liquid courage if she was going to go through with this. It never occurred to her when she planned on seducing Zane tonight that she would end up craving a threesome that included the handsome Sawyer.


Sawyer was just as sexy as Zane. She never thought she would find anyone as good-looking as Zane. And then Sawyer walked in with Zane, and she was absolutely blown away by his rugged looks. Lana was tired of dating boring men that were just okay in the looks department. She felt as though the men she dated were taking pity on a plain Jane such as herself and were just willing to take her on a date. She wanted a man to look at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world. If a man really liked or loved a woman he was into, then he shouldn’t have the wandering eyes for anyone else. She needed a man that was going to make her weak in the knees when he kissed her and make her scream in bed when he made love to her. Lana had always wanted her inner goddess to come out but no one had ever made her feel like that, except Zane. She needed someone to finally make her come the way her body craved. She hoped tonight, if things went as she planned, Zane and his sexy friend, Sawyer, were going to bring out the sexy woman that had been held captive for so long.
Lana had been a virgin for twenty-four long years and was done waiting for Zane to finally realize how much she wanted him. The time couldn’t be more perfect. She had overheard Zane and Tye talking at the bar when they thought she wasn’t listening. Zane had told Tye about that two-timing bitch, Katrina, being caught cheating on him. Zane had told Tye he was tired of meeting the wrong women and wanted to finally settle down. She knew this was her chance to finally prove to Zane that she was the woman he needed all along. Lana just needed the nerve to finally express how she really felt about her older brother’s best friend. Maybe even throw in the roommate, Sawyer, for a night she would never forget.


“So, Sawyer, do you have a girlfriend?”


Sawyer sat back in his chair and didn’t answer right away. Tye then walked up and sat their beer glasses on the table in front of them.


“I wish I could chill with you, but we are picking up now and Dad is tired and asked that I keep an eye on the bar so he could go upstairs and lay down.” Tye looked at the bottle on the table in front of Lana. “Be careful, sis. Don’t get too drunk. You’re not used to drinking and you may find Zane carrying your ass out of here tonight.”


That’s my plan, big brother.


Tye then leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “I am very proud of you, sis. Now, I have to get back to the bar.” He then slapped Zane on the back. “Take care of her and don’t let her drink too much. She’s a lightweight, you know?”


Zane chuckled. “Hell. I have never seen her drink more than one glass of wine at dinner before. Don’t worry. I will make sure to keep a close eye on her for sure, Tye.”


Lana picked up the bottle and poured herself another drink. She lifted the bottle toward them. “Ready for another?”


Sawyer raised his glass of beer. “Nope, I’m good,” he said before taking a drink.


Lana shrugged. “Suit yourself.”


After sitting with Sawyer and Zane in the booth for what felt like one too many shots later and a spinning room, Lana felt like she had finally had enough. She had tried numerous times to shamelessly flirt and giggle at their joking manner during the time in the booth. She began to feel like those women that came into the bar looking to hook up with someone for the night. Lana wasn’t like that. She wanted much, much more from Zane and possibly Sawyer, now that she was getting to know him better.


She had learned a lot about Sawyer Lambert, even though she doubted she would remember much the next morning. Sawyer ran his family-owned lumber business outside of town. His grandfather started the business with Sawyer’s dad twenty-some-odd years ago. After his father’s death five years ago, Sawyer had been running the successful Lambert’s Lumberyard now ever since.
Zane kept making her drink lots of water between shots, claiming that it would help tremendously with a possible hangover in the morning. When she thought neither of them was looking, Lana would sneak in a shot, but they were watching her closer than she thought. Two hours, and too, too many shots later, Lana was done. She was so drunk that she could barely look at them straight.
Damn it! This wasn’t going like she wanted. Now she was too drunk. She could barely stand when she excused herself to use the restroom. As she slid from the booth, Zane was there to catch her before she landed on her ass.


“Whoa there, sweetie. I think you’ve had enough. I think I have had enough of watching you drink like there’s no tomorrow. I am cutting you off,” he said as he wrapped an arm around her midsection.


“I am going to give you a lift home.”


Lana looked into his eyes. “That’s what I have been trying to accomplish all night with the two of you,” she slurred. “I just want you both to take me home and have your wicked way with me.”


“Not going to happen, Lana banana. You are way too hammered. And Sawyer and I don’t take advantage of pretty, drunk women. Maybe tomorrow you could explain why you felt the need to get this way tonight.” As Zane walked with her toward the door he told Sawyer to go let Tye know that they were taking Lana home.


“Shh, don’t tell Tye that you’re going to both take me home and fuck me like I have been dreaming about all night,” she said against his chest.


God, he smelled good.


This was it. She was finally going home with them, just like one of those lucky women that had the pleasure of sleeping with them. She was finally going to give up her virginity to the man that she had loved for so long. And the bonus was that she was going to get a twofer tonight.


http://www.bookstrand.com/lanas-last-chance

11) Which actor/character(s) would play the starring role?

  Liam Hemsworth (Zane)   




Bradley Cooper (Sawyer)    




Katharine McPhee (Lana) 




Thanks for sharing with us today, Erika, and the best of luck with your new release!


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