New Release – Heartbreaker – by Logan Chance #99cents #RomanticSuspense

New Release

Heartbreaker

by Logan Chance

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They call me a heartbreaker.

I’ve constructed the exact type of life I want for myself–isolated from feelings, and numb to the world around me.

Running from my own fears.
Pretending I own the world.

I get paid to be an a$$hole. Easiest money I’ve ever made.
Until I get paid to be one to her.

She’s the one person who digs beneath the layers to see the truth hiding there.
Being paid to break her heart may be the hardest job I’ve ever done.

Why’d she have to be so pretty? Why do I need her so bad?
Why can’t I just let her go?

They call me a heartbreaker, but little do they know my heart is the one that lies bleeding.

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Release Day + #Giveaway – Missing Desire – by PJ Fiala @pfiala #RomanticSuspense

Title: Missing Desire

Author: PJ Fiala

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Publisher: Rolling Thunder Publishing

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Blurb:

Can love overcome the insecurities of the past?

Nita Brown is a big, beautiful, resilient woman. She’s endured the loss of a husband, the trials of raising three kids, and the joy of purchasing and running of her own business. But dealing with the issues her son has brought home at the same time meeting a man who sees her for who she is, now this just might bring her to her knees.

Chuck Layton is new in town. He followed his boss, Levi, to Bourbonville to continue working in his newly found profession. Learning the security business has helped him over-come the insecurities his father drilled into him his whole life, and this new case is honing his skills. But, just as he’s figured out what he wants to do with his life he finds he must weigh his livelihood against his growing love of Nita. Chuck has some decisions to make.

Writing has been a desire my whole life. Once I found the courage to write, life changed for me in the most profound way. Bringing stories to readers that I’d enjoy reading and creating characters that are flawed, but lovable is such a joy.

When not writing, I’m with my family doing something fun.   My husband, Gene, and I are bikers and enjoy riding to new locations, meeting new people and generally enjoying this fabulous country we live in.

I come from a family of veterans. My grandfather, father, brother, two sons, and one daughter-in-law are all veterans. Needless to say, I am proud to be an American and proud of the service my amazing family has given.

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Release Day Blitz – Paranormal Hotel Anthology – Various Authors #PNR #RomCom Proceeds to One Minds Institute, helping mental health on a global scale

Title: Paranormal Hotel

Genre: Paranormal RomCom

Cover Designer: Dark City Designs

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:
Tired of the daily grind?

Need to get away from it all?

Come to the Hotel Paranormal and leave reality behind. Luxurious amenities are available to entice your every sense and sate your every hunger. From our lavish lobby to our opulently appointed suites, we offer you the pinnacle of paranormal pampering.

The staff at Hotel Paranormal are ready to cater to your every desire, with elvish porters and were-ish fitness instructors that are just a howl away. Our hospitality includes vampire-friendly dining, species specific suites and cutting edge stealth technology to insure your privacy as you indulge in our many activities… and guests.

Book today while rooms are still available.

At Hotel Paranormal, your satisfaction is guaranteed.

Proceeds will go towards One Minds Institute, helping mental health on a global scale.

 

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Jaymin Eve – Author

Emma James

Kylie Price

David Michael

Harper L. Jameson

Author Dzintra Sullivan

 

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Release Blitz – Lust, Lies & Leis – by Kristen Luciani @kristen_luciani #romance

Title: Lust, Lies & Leis

Author: Kristen Luciani

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:

A deadly accident. A glittering life thrown into upheaval. Can two people on a quest to escape their painful realities find solace in each other before disaster strikes again?

Tatum Atwood played plenty of starring roles during her short Hollywood career, but damsel in distress was never one…not until that fateful night. Rose-colored glasses gave her superficial life a glamorous tint, but fancy parties, awards, and a designer wardrobe could never fill her empty heart…until she finally opens up to a “trusted” colleague who secretly wants nothing more than to extinguish Tatum’s light for good.

Evan Montrose was on the brink of signing the biggest endorsement deal of his life before a shocking tragedy destroyed his drive…and a promising surfing career. In a blink, everything he’d achieved took a backseat to everything he’d lost. Unable to handle the pain and the guilt, he fled without a single look back.

A tropical paradise is where they sought peace. What they found was something unexpected, life-shattering, and more dangerous than they could ever have imagined….because sometimes, what’s left behind isn’t always willing to stay there.

Will these two wounded souls piece their hearts back together before the demons jeopardize their future happiness?

Kristen Luciani is a self-proclaimed momtrepreneur, beauty product junkie, and bestselling romance author with a penchant for stilettos, Silicon Valley, plunging necklines and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. No pun intended…

 

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Moonlight slithers into the darkened room through the skylight, making the steel blade of the knife pressed against my throat gleam.

His vise-like grip around my chest squeezes my lungs together to the point where I can barely suck in a breath.

I never saw it coming.

“Look at yourself, Tatum,” he hisses against my ear. “You think the entire world outside of your little bubble exists solely to kiss your ass. You don’t give a fuck about anyone but yourself and your career.”

My teeth chatter as the blade digs into my flesh, but I don’t dare make a sound. Luke Lansing, if that’s even his real name, has proven to be as unstable as the damn wind, and I’d prefer to leave this whole decapitation scene on the silver screen instead of in my living room.

Mascara runs down my face in thick, black streaks, my face almost white in stark contrast. Luke’s beady, black eyes narrow to slits. “You never bothered to give me the time of day. I tried to get your attention so many times, but you treated me like gum on the bottom of your fucking designer shoes.”

I can see the grimace on his face in our reflection. His lips are moving, spewing hate, but the sounds fade to white noise. The only things I can hear clearly are my own desperate pleas for someone, anyone, to barge into my large Calabasas home and rescue me from certain death.

Because Luke Lansing is not about to walk away without finishing the job. Not this time. I thought I’d been smart the first time around when I got that restraining order, but it was a bullshit attempt for some degree of sanity.

He was never too far away, and he made sure to let me know. The only problem is, I could never prove it.

A sinister smile curls his lips upward, and a shiver shimmies down my spine as he drops his hand from my throat and spins me around to face him. “Are you scared yet, Tatum? Because you should be. And I’m going to take my time with you because I know we’re alone, and you’ve got no shot in hell of getting away. Let me give you a little play by play in advance. First, I’m going to fuck you senseless, something I’ve dreamed of doing for so long, and then I plan to slit that beautiful throat of yours and watch that bright and shiny life fade away into nothingness because that’s what you’ve reduced me to…nothing. But before that happens, you’re going to feel my hard cock in that golden pussy of yours, in your ass, and in your mouth. I’m going to fill you with everything I have before everything you have is yanked away.”

I swallow hard, my eyes darting left and right, searching for anything I can use as a weapon. This crazy motherfucker is going to rape and kill me unless I can escape.

“There’s nowhere to go.” Luke grasps my wrist and points to the couch with the knife. “Get on the couch. Now.”

I back up toward the plush leather sofa in the middle of the room, careful not to turn my back. I need to keep my eyes on that knife, in case there’s even a sliver of a chance I can kick it out of his hand and get the fuck away from him. My foot catches on the corner of an area rug and I stumble into the arm of the couch, slamming my shin into the wooden frame and twisting my ankle. I choke back a yelp, afraid to show any sign of weakness.

His hard body collapses on top of me, yanking my arms over my head, his hot tongue dragging over my skin. Bile rises in my throat and I press my lips together, praying to wake up from this nightmare.

He cuts away my shirt and bra with the blade and attacks my breasts with his greedy, disgusting mouth. Tears pool in my eyes, my breaths sharp and fast. His thick fingers unbutton my jeans, pulling them down, giving him access to plunge into my body, and it burns like a motherfucker. His touch is rough, hateful, and full of rage, just like him.

I never saw it coming.

My sister Jules would say it’s because I trust too easily and always see the good in everyone, even when there is none.

In this case, she’d be right. There is nothing remotely redeeming about this psychopath on top of me. And now, with the blade resting against my chest, I have a decision to make. Fight like a hellcat to get away from this crazy motherfucker or wait for him to slice me into Carpaccio.

Tears roll down my cheeks and my fingers are losing feeling from being stretched above my head, but I know if he wants to fuck me, he’s going to have to use one hand to get his pants off. And it’d be pretty damned impossible to do if he’s clutching a butcher knife. He realizes the same thing seconds later, and releases my hands. My throat constricts. I know my window is about to slam shut, so I flex my fingers and they feel heavy…like they’re moving in slow motion.

Luke pulls his jeans apart and forces them down to his ankles. I can’t look, I don’t want to see anything. My body rockets upward and I put both of my hands out and push with every ounce of strength I can muster. Luke loses his balance and falls backward with a loud grunt, but that knife is still clutched in his hand. He slices at the air, and I can hear the whir of the knife, close but thankfully not too close. I swing my legs around the side of the couch and prepare to run my ass off.

But I’m a millisecond too late.

He swings the knife at me again, this time catching my upper abdomen. I cry out as the steel blade lances me, digging into my flesh. Sobs wrack my body and I fall to my knees, crawling away while pressing a hand to my wound. It hurts like a bitch, and I know I won’t get far slinking around on the ground.

“You stupid cunt. You can’t get away from me.” Luke’s voice is right above me. He yanks my long hair and forces me onto my back before he presses his naked body on top of me.

“Please help me!” I shriek as he brings the blade to my throat. I feel a trickle of blood drizzle down my neck. “He’s going to ki—“

The laptop next to me blares with a Face Time call, and I lurch upward from the mountain of pillows behind me, momentarily forgetting where I am, my breaths coming fast and furious. I rake a hand through my hair, my eyes darting in every direction. Empty. The brightly lit villa is completely empty, save for the mountain of luggage in the corner.

I rub the sleep from my eyes and hit the Accept button before Jules panics and gets ready to hop a flight down here.

“Hey,” I struggle to make my voice sound as normal as possible, even though my heart is racing like a thoroughbred after that jaunt down memory lane.

“What’s up, bedhead? Life is tough, huh?”

I manage a smile. “The sea air makes me sleepy, what can I say?”

“Is everything all set for tomorrow? I tried to contact Louise, but I haven’t heard back from her yet.”

“Of course. Louise will take care of everything.”

“Well, why don’t you put her on real quick, so we can just go over the details?”

“She’s, um, grabbing lunch.”

“At four o’clock?” Jules makes a face. “It’s almost dinner time there, right?”

“Yeah.” Dammit, why does she have to be right all of the time? I bite my lip. “I’ll have her give you a call with the rundown later, okay?”

“Sure.” Jules furrows her brow. “Are you alright, Tatum? You seem…I don’t know, spooked.” Her eyes widen. “Did something happen that you’re not telling me?”

I chew the inside of my mouth. Something did happen, not that I can tell my sister. She’d have a complete shit fit if she knew. “Of course not. This resort is probably the most remote one I’ve ever been to in my life. You picked well.”

“I knew you’d love Lanai. I wanted you to be able to relax without photographers jumping out of trees to get a picture of you in some skimpy, inappropriate bikini.” She sighs. “It’s better that you stay out of the media for a while, anyway. You need to lay low until everything blows over.”

I run a hand through my tousled hair and pad into the large, airy bathroom, laptop in hand. I set it down on the granite countertop and fish around in my makeup bag in an attempt to make myself look somewhat presentable. “Jules, I promise to be careful. Nobody on this island has a clue who I am. Trust me.”

“I do, sweetie. It’s everyone else that makes me suspicious, and with that crazy bastard on the loose—“

“Okay, first, you know I’m not alone.” Yeesh. Lie number two in less than thirty seconds. “Second, yes, Luke turned out to be a complete loon, but they’re going to find him.”

“You sound pretty confident about that.”

“I have no choice, Jules. I can’t let him keep me from living my life.”

“You can’t afford to be so flip about your safety. I’m worried about you, and I know you’re scared, too.”

A chill zips through me and images I’d worked so hard to erase from my memory reappear, wallpapering my mind. What had started out as an innocent meet and greet, morphed into something very dangerous. I didn’t see it coming, but then again, Jules always says I live life like it’s one extended happy hour. And this time, the bouncer wasn’t around to stop the belligerent and emotionally tortured drunk who crashed my party saddled with obsession, rage, and jealousy.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I am scared. Fucking petrified is more like it. My fingers fly to the side of my abdomen, the events of that fateful night bubbling into my conscious. But life goes on. I mean, thankfully for me it does. Things would be very different if my assistant Louise and her boyfriend Todd hadn’t chosen that exact time to pop into my house unexpectedly.

I can almost hear Jules’s screeching cries over the phone lines when Louise made the call.

I should have been smarter, recognized the signs. But I didn’t. I believed his intentions were good, that he was actually looking out for my best interests, that he was my friend…until he pulled a knife on me.

Pressing my fingers to my temple, I let out a shaky sigh. “I’m okay, Jules.” Lie number three. I’m not okay. I’m just desperate for normalcy, something I agreed to give up when I plunged into the Hollywood scene a few years ago.

“Look, I don’t want you to live in fear for the rest of your life. I just want you to be more aware of your surroundings. Don’t always think the best of people. There’s a lot of evil out there, and you’ve got a big ass bull’s eye on your back.”

“You’re so jaded.” I peer into the large mirror in the massive white marble bathroom and smudge the black eyeliner under my eyes so they look smoky. The makeup gives my eyes a sultry look, so different than my normal all-American squeaky-clean and fresh-faced appearance. My natural blonde hair is dyed a deep reddish auburn, and it’s chemically straightened to eliminate any traces of my signature curls. Colored contacts turn my crystal blue eyes a deep shade of hazel, and dark framed glasses finish my new look. “I’m completely unrecognizable.”

“Only until you’re spotted on the cover of a magazine in that new getup. It’s only a matter of time.” Jules sighs. “Just be careful. Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t drink anything alcoholic. Don’t go for walks on the beach alone at night. Don’t—”

I grab a deep plum lip liner from my makeup bag. “Jules, if there’s more of a list, just fax it to Louise. I promise to read, review, and initial it for you.”

“Tatum—“ I hear it, the impatient sigh. My sister, who also happens to be my attorney, does not appreciate my cavalier attitude about life. At all. I know I need to be more careful, more suspicious of people, but I can’t change who I am. I won’t turn into one of those basket cases who refuses to leave the house because some loony-toon might jump out of a bush and attack.

I plaster on a smile and make a kissy face at the screen. “Don’t worry. I’ll be safe. I promise.”

Jules rolls her eyes. “Blah, blah, blah. Now, who’s going to dinner with you?”

“Jeremy,” I say, crossing my fingers behind my back. I know Jules will be relieved to hear it, since Jer is my largest and most menacing bodyguard.

She grins and claps her hands together. “That’s great! Okay, I feel much better now.”

“Jules, it’s one more night. You know we leave tomorrow for the shoot. I’ve been absolutely fine here. You can’t get more remote. Please stop worrying. It’ll give you premature wrinkles.”

“Having you as my sister pretty much guarantees I’ll look like I’m eighty when I’m forty. So, thanks for that.”

I line and fill in my lips then pucker before sweeping a peachy shade across them.

“Beautiful. I love that lip color on you.”

I smack my lips together. “Thanks, sis. Now, don’t you have a date or something?”

She rifles through a pile of papers on her cluttered desk. “Nah. I have a huge caseload right now. I need to work through some depositions tonight.”

I frown. “You work too hard. You need to enjoy life a little more.”

“I’ll take it under consideration. Give Jer a kiss for me.” She waves. “Night!”

“Night!” I blow her a kiss and hit the end call button on my laptop.

I feel a little bad about lying to her, but this week has been so fantastic. Anonymity is such a blessing. I’d always worked so hard to make sure everyone knew my name, it’s a nice change to fly under the radar. I’d forgotten how liberating it felt.

I just want one night of freedom, one night to escape my Academy-award nominated famous self. One night. And now that my undercover entourage has moved on to get everything set up for the film shoot, I’m probably one of five guests left here anyway. Jules really doesn’t need to worry.

A tiny shiver runs through me. I’m finally alone.

Unfortunately, that means I have no choice but to listen to the voices in my head, and right now they’re chanting.

Be careful what you wish for…

I roll my eyes. Traitors.

 

Cover Reveal – Lust, Lies & Leis – by Kristen Luciani @kristen_luciani #romance

Title: Lust, Lies & Leis

Author: Kristen Luciani

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publication Date: Oct. 19, 2017

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:
A deadly accident. A glittering life thrown into upheaval. Can two people on a quest to escape their painful realities find solace in each other before disaster strikes again?

Tatum Atwood played plenty of starring roles during her short Hollywood career, but damsel in distress was never one…not until that fateful night. Rose-colored glasses gave her superficial life a glamorous tint, but fancy parties, awards, and a designer wardrobe could never fill her empty heart…until she finally opens up to a “trusted” colleague who secretly wants nothing more than to extinguish Tatum’s light for good.

Evan Montrose was on the brink of signing the biggest endorsement deal of his life before a shocking tragedy destroyed his drive…and a promising surfing career. In a blink, everything he’d achieved took a backseat to everything he’d lost. Unable to handle the pain and the guilt, he fled without a single look back.

A tropical paradise is where they sought peace. What they found was something unexpected, life-shattering, and more dangerous than they could ever have imagined….because sometimes, what’s left behind isn’t always willing to stay there.

Will these two wounded souls piece their hearts back together before the demons jeopardize their future happiness?

Kristen Luciani is a self-proclaimed momtrepreneur, beauty product junkie, and bestselling romance author with a penchant for stilettos, Silicon Valley, plunging necklines and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. No pun intended…

 

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Cover Reveal – Fight or Flight – by Emily Cyr @EmilyCyrAuthor [Vampire Favors Series #3]

Title: Fight or Flight

Series: Vampire Favors, Book 3

Author: Emily Cyr

Genre: Adult Paranormal

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:
Addison Fitzpatrick is at a turning point in her life. The demons she thought she’d defeated are back and stronger than ever. Her past issues with drugs threaten to overwhelm her. And that isn’t even the worst of her problems.

Addison was forced to kill the only family she had left and moments afterward was rejected by a man she cared about. Now, she’s called in to not only repay yet another favor for Cannon Blackwood, but for Evie the witch, and just about every one of her friends. These favors come at a cost; they force her to confront and employ the help of the one person she’d rather not see, Lachlan O’Brian.

Cannon requires Addison to retrieve something of his from Merriam, a powerful master vampire. Easier said than done. Addison might be a pusher with super-human abilities, but that won’t be enough. She will have to risk everything, all while battling herself, an ancient evil, a stalker, and two brothers who are feuding for her affections. No one ever said repaying favors to a vampire would be easy and Addison’s life is living proof.

Emily Cyr is a stay-at-home mom turned writer. She holds a degree in middle grades education with certification in English and social science. She has always had a love of all things paranormal and fantasy, but it wasn’t until Emily’s husband said the words, “Why not?” that she considered putting her thoughts and ideas into the book, The Lightning Prophecy. This trilogy was just the start for Emily. It seemed to open a creative door that had been locked.

Emily has always been an avid reader. Through reading came her love of writing. The more she read, the more she knew she wanted to create her own world. Many of her first works were fan fiction.

Emily and her family currently reside in Cibolo, Texas. She has an incredibly supportive husband who is also an officer in the United States Air Force. They have three sons, ages 6, 4, and 1. Somehow, even with the demands of being a parent to two little boys, she finds time to escape to her fantasies and write them down.

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Release Blitz – Hard Time – by Kristen Luciani @kristen_luciani #romanticsuspense

Title: Hard Time

Author: Kristen Luciani

Genre: Romantic Suspense

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Blurb:


A man’s need for revenge. A woman’s career ambition. Will their love change everything?

Ex-con Jeff Torres trusted the wrong guy, and now he wants revenge. After five years in prison, he knows he can’t pull off his scheme alone. But who can he trust?

L.A. publicist Ariana Carlson is an ambitious career woman. Working seven days a week has led to cold sheets at night. When she meets the strong, confident, and secretive Jeff, she wonders if her evening luck might be changing…

Jeff enlists her help in his quest for revenge, but Ariana can tell that something is off. Of course, she’s got a few secrets of her own that could make romance impossible. As Jeff begins to crave Ariana more than his payback, will the publicist’s true motives take their love to the next level or send the ex-con back to jail?

Hard Time is a standalone romantic suspense novel. If you like sizzling chemistry, fast-paced thrills, and tales of revenge, then you’ll love bestselling author Kristen Luciani’s passionate story.

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Kristen Luciani is a self-proclaimed momtrepreneur, beauty product junkie, and bestselling romance author with a penchant for stilettos, Silicon Valley, plunging necklines and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. No pun intended…

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He swipes his key and in we go. I follow him into the massive space, deeply entranced by the heady scent surrounding him. I inhale his musky cologne, and the clouds in my mind separate for a brief moment. He shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it onto a chair as he walks over to the phone. I wait for him to move out of the way so I can call, but he turns suddenly, his eyes fixed on mine. I swallow hard past the lump lodged in my throat. His gaze heats every inch of my body from the inside out. A tiny spark in my belly ignites and I lunge for him, pressing my lips to his scotch-tinged ones.

He pulls me close, wrapping his strong arms around me. His fingertips press into the small of my back, and my legs weaken as his cock hardens against me. Good God, I need this. I drink him in, our tongues coiling with need – hot, hungry, and desperate.

Wait! This is crazy!

My body melts into him, hands tangling in his hair as his tongue plunders my needy mouth.

No. Stop thinking, just kiss him. Mm, let him make you feel like you’ve never ever felt before…

Those hands, oh God, they’re so devilish, roaming over my ass and down to my thighs.

He’s going to be family in a few weeks. He’s as old as Dad.

Oh shit. Guess I’m going to hell.

I pull away, gasping for air. “Stop, I can’t…we shouldn’t…

But Jeff says nothing. It seems like my mind is the one doing all the talking.

His eyes are dark with lust, but there’s an amused twinkle in the depths. He starts unbuttoning his shirt, never breaking his gaze. My breath hitches as he slides it off. Those abs. Jesus, they’re amazing. I want to touch. I need to feel. My fingers twitch for a chance to trace the outline. His fingers move to his belt buckle, the muscles in his biceps flexing as he unfastens the belt and pulls it off.

Breathing is just about impossible at this point. This man, that body, fuck the consequences. I need this. Isn’t alcohol supposed to silence the stupid voices? Make me do things that I know I shouldn’t, but that will feel so good I don’t care?

Nothing. No response. My brain has finally turned to mush. Everything is muted. Finally.

“Do you want to make that call now?” The corners of his lips turn upward as he unhooks his pants, so slowly and deliberately. He’s making me crazy right now. And I’m pretty sure he loves watching me watching him. Sick fuck.

Screw it. “No!” I launch myself against him once again, attacking his mouth while his fingers work the zipper of my dress. He slides the straps off my shoulders, never breaking the spell that has me so captivated, and pushes it to the floor, where it pools at my feet. I step out of the dress, but I leave on the heels. Every guy wants to fuck a woman in heels and nothing else. His warm hands massage the places that have been neglected for far too long, and my legs turn to Jell-O. He unhooks my strapless bra with the flick of his fingers, letting it fall to the floor. I gasp when the cool air hits my bare breasts. Then the moaning starts, and dammit if I can help it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ariana,” he growls, flicking one of my nipples, the motion firing every single nerve. I all but lose it from his hands alone. Holy crap. Then those delicious lips move away from mine, leaving me desperate for air from a kiss so deep, so long, so needy, that it ruins me for any other. Yes, it was that intense, and no, I’m not exaggerating. Buzzed as I am, I will remember every dirty, salacious detail, and will replay them all over and over and over.

He dips his head, taking my breast into his mouth, his tongue and teeth working the taut pink bud. It’s gentle at first, but then it gets more harsh. And it makes me wet, so damned wet. Nipple play is definitely a hot button for me. My knees buckle as he kneads my flesh with those strong hands, and then his mouth is on a determined path to something definitively more naughty. My stomach clenches. He lowers himself to his knees, looping his fingers into the elastic G-string and pulls it away from my body. His tongue scorches a path to my abdomen and then beyond.

I rake my fingers through his hair, gripping tightly as his tongue teases my slit, probing the soft folds. My chest heaves as breaths come fast and furious. He nips my clit with his teeth then follows with long strokes that have me ready to collapse on the carpet, writhing with shockwaves coursing through my body. All from the sensations that his masterful tongue has stirred up inside of me.

My heart flutters. Holy fuck, this can only get better.

I press his head against me, my hands urging him to probe deeper. And he takes direction well, very well.

This is wrong. So wrong.

His tongue flicks my now-swollen clit, hands gripping my ass cheeks for leverage. He digs his fingertips into my flesh, making me yelp. Stroking and suckling, the alternating motions making my toes curl inside my heels. I grab his shoulders to steady myself, my body shuddering from the tingles that have since morphed into full-on shock waves crashing over me.

“Oh my God, Jeff,” I whimper.

He wraps his arms around my waist, trailing his fingers up my torso. He rises slowly, still holding me close. “I want you, Ariana.” One hand creeps back down to my quivering pussy and he plunges into me with two thick fingers, eliciting a loud gasp from me. “I want this. Now.” A seductive smirk lifts his lips. “And don’t take off those shoes.”

I nod, breathless, scared, and excited all at the same time. I push his pants and boxers to his ankles and he kicks them away. His cock is hard as an iron fucking rod and so thick, I’m afraid he might split me like a log. Not that I’m complaining. I swallow hard and lick the palm of my hand before gripping him, working his dick with long, hard strokes. Jesus, it turns out he wasn’t even fully hard before. I bite my lip to keep from crying out with glee.

Oh, the anticipation.

“You’re so fucking bad,” he murmurs against my ear, still finger fucking me. “I’m gonna fuck you like the bad girl you are. And I know you want me to. You’re so wet. I think you like being a bad girl. Yeah, you do. I can feel it every time I press into you. I want to feel you all over my dick.”

I’ve never been so turned on. I don’t usually handle the dirty talk too well. Maybe because the tools I’ve been with have never done it right. They sure as shit never made me come this hard from the promise of what’s to come…namely, me.

But Jeff is a fucking pro, and he can feel the impact he’s having on my body. He knows just how to press my buttons; buttons I didn’t even know I had.

I drop to my knees because my legs are just about to give out. I squeeze his dick and stroke it once more before taking it into my mouth. He lets out a low growl, his fingers tangled in my hair, thrusting into my mouth. He’s so big, he hits the back of my throat without too much movement. My gag reflex kicks in, but I squeeze my eyes shut. I need to taste him, need to feel his cock throb as I suck it…just for a minute, before he plunges inside of me and destroys the chances that any poor suckers in the future have with me.

I drag my tongue up and down the shaft, cupping his balls with one hand, gripping his ass with the other. But Jeff doesn’t want my mouth anymore.

His fingers move from the back of my head and tighten around my shoulders, urging me upward. His cock slips from my swollen lips and I rise to meet his gaze; the one that incinerates my insides. My heart hammers against my ribcage, and my pussy throbs. I can’t wait another second, or I might spontaneously combust right here. And that would be a travesty because I wouldn’t get to experience what’s sure to be the most amazing lay of my entire life, past and future.

He reaches over for his overnight bag and fumbles around, pulling out a condom. Tearing off a corner with his teeth, he takes it out and rolls it onto his dick. I bite my lower lip. I know this whole show has taken about five seconds, but it feels like hours are creeping by before his body is plastered against mine again.

I want to sing with joy when he eases me back onto the plush mattress, his lips so soft and sensual. His hand reaches around my torso, caressing the small of my back as he pushes into me, inch by glorious inch. Oh.My.God. His perfect cock fills my pussy, stretching me, forcing me to take him all in. I clamp my muscles, pulling him deeper, and he lets out a low groan against my hair.

Each thrust comes miraculously closer and closer to my spot. His lips are back on my neck, teasing the area behind my ear that drives me insane. My chest heaves against him, and I squeeze with all my might. I never want this to end, but I am desperate, so desperate for release. Our bodies rock against each other in perfect rhythm, both of us close to the edge. His fingers press into my hips as the movements intensify. And that’s when the magic happens…the point where I can’t remember my own name or what planet I live on, when my mind becomes a blank canvas splashed with vibrant colors, and blinding streams of white light flash across my eyes. My body shakes as the tingling that began in the pit of my belly erupts into an unparalleled explosion, firing into every single nerve ending. I’ve never felt more alive in my life.

Nor have I ever been so fucked, figuratively and literally.