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NEW RELEASE from Lucy Felthouse – Curve Appeal, a standalone contemporary reverse harem/why choose romance! (@cw1985) #reverseharem #whychoose #rh #rhromance #eroticromance #bbw #curvyheroine #rubenesque

Blurb:

An exciting opportunity could solve all Brianna’s problems. But will it ultimately create more?

Brianna Denton is a primary school teacher at the end of her tether. Budget cuts, changes in legislation and a pandemic have left her feeling like walking away from the only career she’s ever wanted. The trouble is, if she did quit, what would she do next? Living in London is expensive, and keeping on top of her rent and bills while retraining would be nigh-on impossible. An offer to move in with her best friend, Joel Harris, is appreciated, but feels way too much like charity for her liking.

But then Joel throws her a curveball. On a complete whim, he’s bought a fixer-upper cottage on a remote Scottish island. He wants to transform it into an uber-luxury holiday home and rent it out. To do that, however, he needs a skilled, reliable workforce and a project manager to keep things running smoothly. A visit to the island in question provides as many questions as answers, but one thing becomes clear – Brianna is the perfect woman for the job. She’s smart, organised, works well under duress, and if she can handle a classroom full of young children, surely a bunch of skilled tradesmen won’t be a problem. Working and living in such a stunning setting is a massive plus point, too.

Brianna takes a leap of faith, leaving her home and beloved career behind to help turn Joel’s dream into a reality. It’s a steep learning curve, but Brianna is definitely up for the challenge. But when working relationships develop into something more, will it bring the entire project crashing down around her ears, or is it simply the beginning of a whole new life?

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*****

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Brianna smiled as she caught sight of Joel, already waiting for her outside the pub. His job as a high-flying London City banker meant he put in some insane hours at work, but he ensured he was always available and on time for their last-Friday-of-the-month meet up at their favourite Thames-side establishment. Not only was it a lovely place, but the location was perfect for them both—it was just far away enough from Joel’s work it was unlikely he’d bump into any colleagues, and close enough to the primary school Brianna taught in that she could tie up any loose ends and scurry the short distance to meet her friend in no time at all. Today she’d had quite a few loose ends, which always seemed to be the way lately, and was a few minutes later than she’d planned, so was scurrying more quickly than usual, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer than necessary.

He hadn’t spotted her yet—he was leaning against the wall, one expensively-shod foot propped up on the bricks behind him, his head tilted up to the early spring sunshine, which even this late in the day was surprisingly strong and picked up the few lighter strands in his dark hair. He’d removed his tie—knowing him, the moment he set foot outside his office building—the end of which poked from the pocket of his black trousers, and rolled up the cuffs of his subtly-patterned shirt to expose most of his forearms. The look was casual, relaxed. Handsome.

In a parallel universe, she and Joel might be a couple, off travelling the world together, or perhaps married and getting ready to settle down and have a couple of kids. Maybe they’d have started early and had the kids already. And a dog.

In this universe, however, they were best friends—had been since their first day of senior school at the tender age of eleven. And while Brianna thought Joel handsome, it was in an impartial, stating a fact way. She wasn’t attracted to him, and it wouldn’t have made a difference if she was, because in this universe, Joel was as gay as they came—a fact she hadn’t realised she’d already known, until at eighteen he’d sat her down, his expression serious, and said he had something to tell her.

Her heart had pounded, and a sick feeling had taken over her stomach. Thoughts started racing through her head—was one of his parents ill? Was he ill? Was he moving away? Unable to cope with the internal onslaught of negativity any longer, she’d said, “For Christ’s sake, Joel, spill the beans, would you? You’re freaking me the fuck out.”

His seriousness had morphed briefly to annoyance, then resignation. He’d taken in and released a deep breath, then, “Bree, I wanted you to be the first to know… I’m gay.”

A sound somewhere between a squeak and a giggle had escaped her lips before she could stop it. She’d clapped her hand over her mouth for a second, then removed it and burst out with “Oh, you idiot!” before landing a playful slap on his arm. “Is that all? I thought you were going to say something bad. That something terrible was going on. Thank God.”

Joel had frowned. “So you… don’t mind?” He’d paused, narrowed his eyes. “You don’t seem surprised.”

She’d shaken her head. “Of course I don’t mind. Why the hell would I mind? I’m not a homophobe. If blokes float your boat, so be it. As long as you’re happy, I couldn’t give a toss. And, for the record…” it had been her turn to pause, “I think I’ve known for years.” She nodded as long-forgotten jigsaw pieces began slotting together in her head, then shrugged. “Yeah. I have. Years.”

And now, twenty years later, their friendship had endured—flourished, even. Weathered storms, and basked in sunlight—much as Joel continued to do as she grew closer. Her smile widened, and she was glad she had on flat shoes—not only did it make both her job and the short walk from the school easier, it also meant she had a good chance of creeping up on Joel, maybe scaring the shit out of him as he sunned himself. They might be approaching forty, but when they were together, they often acted as immature and idiotic as they had when they’d first met. Yes, they were getting older, but they sure as shit weren’t growing up.

Respective partners had come and gone, most of them never able to comprehend, much less tolerate, hers and Joel’s unique friendship, but as their jobs, and other friends and family kept them busy and fulfilled, singledom had never particularly concerned either of them. As far as she was concerned, at least, what would be, would be.

She enjoyed the sunshine on her skin as she closed the gap between them, then held her breath as she came within a couple of metres of Joel before flinging herself forward and grabbing onto his nearest finely-muscled arm. “Gotcha!”

He yelped, jumped, snatched his arm away and opened his eyes in a hilarious sequence, then clutched his chest and gave her a good-natured glare, his blue eyes glinting. “Fuck’s sake, Bree! You’re lucky I didn’t swing for you, then. I thought someone was trying to rob me.”

“That’ll teach you to wear ludicrously expensive watches,” she replied with a snicker.

He glanced wryly at his Patek Philippe, then looked back at her with a grin. “Touché. Come on,” he turned around, slipped his arm through hers and led her into the relative gloom of the pub, “for that twattishness, first drink’s on you.”

She couldn’t argue with that reasoning. It was still worth it, though, to see the look of pure panic cross his face. She stifled further giggles, not wanting to inspire her friend to order the most expensive drink he could think of, purely to get his own back. While top of the range watches were easily within his budget, she’d had to save up for a mid-range Fitbit.

A few minutes later, with drinks in hand, they sat down at a table on the terrace overlooking the river and took simultaneous sips of their chosen beverages. Brianna swallowed the mouthful of chilled white wine, then, without meaning to, let out a long, contented sigh.

Joel raised an eyebrow as he swigged his beer, then said, “Sounds as though you needed that. Tough week?”

“Hmm. You could say that.” She fidgeted in her seat, getting the uncomfortable inkling she’d opened a can of worms she’d have preferred was left undisturbed.

“Oh?” His other eyebrow jumped up to join the first. “Do tell.”

She stared out over the river, screwed up her nose and wafted a hand in his vague direction. “No, no, it’s work stuff. Boring, really. Not worth talking about.”

“Bree.” He grabbed her hand, drawing her attention to his face. His expression was earnest, his gaze intense. “Maybe it is boring, but it’s clearly bothering you, so I want to know about it. I’m your best friend, remember? If you can’t tell me, who can you tell?”

She squeezed his hand, then pulled hers away, picked up her glass and took a gulp. Swallowed, then groaned. There was no putting the lid back on the can—she might as well come out with it. “Oh, all right. It’s just… I don’t know… I think I’m getting a bit fed up of teaching.”

Joel spluttered into his pint, drawing querying glances from a few of the people at tables adjacent to theirs. Ignoring them, Joel put his drink down, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gaped at her as though she’d grown a second head. “What? But you… you love teaching!”

Nodding sadly, she replied, “I do. The teaching part. The kids. But the rest; the planning, the admin, the assessing, the being assessed, being micromanaged, dealing with parents, the endless fucking meetings, the meetings about meetings, the meetings that could have been an email… it’s getting on top of me. It wasn’t too bad before—the joy of being in the classroom far outweighed the rest, but since the pandemic, the shambles that is bloody Brexit and the subsequent government fuckery, things have become steadily worse. Rules being changed, goalposts moving, budgets being squeezed, funding getting cut, costs going up. We’re expected to work more and more hours for the same amount of pay, with fewer support staff, yet still uphold the same insanely high standards and have enough energy and spark to engage and teach a class of primary school kids! It’s becoming completely untenable. And the strike action hasn’t exactly been stress free.”

Joel gave her a sympathetic smile. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. I wish there was something I could say to make you feel better. Why haven’t you mentioned this before now?”

She shrugged. “No point. All the decisions are way above my pay grade, so there’s nothing I can do. I’ve just been soldiering on, hoping things will improve. But right now, I honestly can’t see an end in sight. We’re human beings, not robots, and we’re being treated like shit. We’ve come a long way from being lauded as keyworkers, that’s for bloody certain.” She rolled her lips inward, bit down on them, wondering whether she should let the words on the tip of her tongue come out. She’d barely admitted it to herself, much less anyone else. But this was Joel. He’d have her back no matter what she said.

She took a deep breath, huffed it out again, then looked him in the eye. “I’m thinking of jacking it in at the end of term.”

*****

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures, Eyes Wide Open, The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, Curve Appeal, and The Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her and her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/linktree

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New Release: Sapphic Seduction Volume 2 by Lucy Felthouse

NEW RELEASE: Sapphic Seduction Vol 2 by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)
#lesbianerotica #erotica #lesfic #eroticromance #shortstories #anthology

 

Blurb:

If you enjoy short, steamy tales of women getting together, then check out this collection from the pen of award-winning author Lucy Felthouse.

From Sapphic fun at the seaside to showing off by the pool, clearing out an old shed to getting the hots for musicians, and even a spot of voyeurism, this book has F/F goodness in
spades. There’s something for everyone, and will have you eager to turn just one more page. Enjoy fifteen titillating tales, over 50,000 words of lesbian lusciousness.

Please note: The stories in this anthology have been previously published.

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Excerpt:
Hardware

Caroline and Della walked up to the shed door, paused, and exchanged a nervous
glance.

Taking a deep breath, Caroline straightened her spine and pushed back her shoulders.

“Come on, Dell, we’re almost there. This is the last big job we’ve got to do. Then we can
move on to the fun stuff. Like decorating and building furniture.”

“I know,” Della replied, eyeing the wooden storage space with distaste, “but it’s also
the most terrifying. We haven’t got a clue what’s in there. Could be dead bodies or rotting
body parts for all we know.”

Rolling her eyes, Caroline replied, “It is the most terrifying, but you might be letting
your imagination run away with you a bit. I don’t think the old boy was a serial killer,
somehow. He was ninety, for Christ’s sake!”

“He wasn’t always ninety. He was our age once.”

“True, but if he’d been hiding bodies or body parts in his shed for decades, someone
would have noticed. The smell, for starters. And flies. Rats.”

Grimacing, Della said, “Guess we’ll soon find out.”

Caroline twisted the key in the lock, then opened the shed door with a sense of
trepidation. Unlike her girlfriend, she wasn’t expecting anything sinister to be lurking in the
gloom. More a whole bunch of stuff they wouldn’t have a clue what to do with. They’d
bought the property—their first, after renting for years—from the family of the old boy who
had recently passed away. None of the family was local, so they’d offered a hefty discount on
the house to compensate Caroline and Della for cleaning it out.

It hadn’t been all bad—they’d made a tidy sum from selling some of the stuff they didn’t want; including antique and handmade furniture, collectibles, and a considerable book and DVD collection. The latter, as  well as piles of old photographs, which they’d forwarded on to the family, had given them a real insight into Ted’s life and the type of person he was.
Which was why Caroline wasn’t worried about finding anything nefarious in the shed. He had been a nice bloke, by all accounts, fond of his family, his friends, and his work. Carpentry had been his vocation, not just his career—hence the handmade furniture they’d sold on. So, Caroline’s common sense was telling her the scariest thing they were likely to find was spiders.

She reached inside to undo the bolts holding the other door closed. After a little wrestling, but not too much, she pulled them free. It seemed old Ted had maintained the shed right up until his declining physical health had made it impossible. It must have driven him
crazy to not be able to do all the things he used to. She flung both doors wide to let the light
flood in and stood back.

Gazing into the cavernous space, both girls were silent for several long moments.
Then Caroline turned to Della with a grin. “Well then, should we get started?”
Wide eyed, Della looked back at her. “Where the hell do we start? What is all this
stuff?”

“God knows.” Caroline squinted at the piles of chaos. “Carpentry tools, at a guess.
And, er, decorating stuff, and… just stuff. Normal shed stuff, see? Nothing dead or decaying
in sight. It’s just a little bit dusty and very untidy. Looks like he was a hoarder. We may as
well do what we did with the rest of the house—empty everything out and sort through it as
we go. Figure out what we want to keep—if anything—what needs throwing away, and what
we might be able to sell.”

“Not sure we’ll get much interest in ‘thingymajigs’ on eBay.” She pointed at a metal
contraption with a circular blade. “I mean, what the fuck is that thing?”
Caroline stuck her tongue out at Della and stepped into the shed. “Don’t be so
defeatist. Come on! The sooner we start, the sooner we’ll finish.”

Reluctantly, Della joined her girlfriend. “Okay, let’s get going.”

An hour and a half later, they stopped for a tea break. “Fucking hell,” Caroline said,
blowing on the surface of her tea, then taking a sip as she surveyed the three piles—keep,
sell, dump—they’d created. “There seems to be a ton of stuff out here, and yet looking in
there,” she jerked her head towards the shed, “it looks as though we’ve barely scratched the surface.”

“It’s like the fucking TARDIS in there, isn’t it?” Della replied, shoving at a plastic
paint tray with the toe of her shoe.

“Hmm…” Caroline regarded the insanity, then gave a wry smile. “But it’ll be worth it
in the end, though. The shed itself seems sturdy enough, so we’ll have plenty of storage space
for any tools we keep, plus any gardening paraphernalia we buy…” She tailed off, letting her
words sink in. Given they’d only ever rented flats, gardening hadn’t been high on the agenda,
and Della had often lamented the lack of having a green space of their own.

Narrowing her eyes, Della took a couple of gulps of her drink. “Yeah… I suppose
you’re right. We’ll need a lawnmower, and a strimmer, a spade, a hoe—”

“We’ve already got a ‘ho’,” Caroline quipped, wiggling her eyebrows theatrically and
pointing at Della.

“Hey,” Della exclaimed, punching Caroline playfully on the arm. “Bitch. That’s not
very nice.”

Chuckling, Caroline shrugged. “What can I say? I’m not very nice.”

“True.”

Smirking at each other over the rims of their mugs, the pair finished their drinks in
silence.

“Done?” Della asked, holding out her hand. “I’ll stick these in the kitchen.”

Caroline passed her empty mug to Della. “Thanks. Right, I’m going back in…”
Picking her way across the clear part of the floor, Caroline looked around, wondering
what she should tackle next. Just then, she spotted a wooden stool with a coil of rope sitting
on top of it.

All thoughts of clearing out the shed flew from her mind as a grin crept onto her face.
She had a much better idea.
*****

 

About Lucy Felthouse:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately
Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve
Never Heard Of), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book
2015 award), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, and The Heiress’s Harem
and The Dreadnoughts series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170
publications to her name. Find out more about her and her writing at:

http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/linktree

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NEW RELEASE: The Dreadnoughts Box Set by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #reverseharem #rh #rhromance #whychoose #eroticromance #superheroes #superpowers

This critically-acclaimed series is now available in a box set, where you can get all three books for the price of two!

Binge this completed reverse harem series now. Find out why Nitty Gritty Book Blog said “so different than anything else I’ve seen”.

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Blurb:

Can Kim and her gang of ex-military men win a dangerous race against time in order to deliver a project that could prevent a climate catastrophe? Find out in The Dreadnoughts box set.

Contains the complete series, all three books for the price of two—Search and Rescue, Cut and Run, and Safe and Sound.

Book 1, Search and Rescue

Kim’s trying to save the world—but is she actually going to make things worse?

Kim Medhurst is an ex-British military intelligence officer turned scientist and climate activist. A thrilling, potentially world-changing discovery leads her to a cave on a remote island off the Scottish coast. But before she can return to the mainland, a natural disaster traps her in the cave with limited food and water. Fortunately, she is an intelligent and resourceful woman who made a backup plan even before she stepped out of her own front door.

Enter Jason Chastain—owner and operator of a private security firm—and his friends Aidan Smith and twins Taylor and Joshua Greig. The foursome are also ex-military, so rescuing Kim should be a walk in the park for them. However, her discovery is so top secret she hasn’t even told Chastain and his buddies precisely what their mission is—instead relying on money and intrigue to get them to do the job. It works, until a series of events turn the rescue mission into an escape mission. Throw in a further revelation that will change all of their lives irrevocably and Kim begins to wonder if she’s bitten off more than she can chew.

Should she have left things well alone, or can this colossal mess be turned into something positive? This is about so much more than just five human beings, after all.

 

Book 2, Cut and Run

Kim’s on track to save the world—but will she pay with her life?

Kim Medhurst, ex-British military intelligence officer turned scientist and climate activist, has a vitally important project on her hands. The mysterious object she set out to retrieve from the remote Scottish island has the potential to power the entire planet. All she needs to do is figure out exactly how to make it happen, and the Scottish Highlands seems the perfect place to complete her research in peace—as well as enjoy the company of the gorgeous Greig twins.

Unfortunately, things aren’t that simple. Someone knows what Kim’s up to and wants to get their hands on her and the object she now calls the ygrene. As if that wasn’t concerning enough, Chastain goes missing, spurring Kim and the others into action. The team’s newfound abilities come in handy as they attempt to find their friend and navigate the murky underworld of dirty energy and those who profit from it.

But, even with their powers, will they be a match for a greedy megalomaniac with no morals?

 

Book 3, Safe and Sound

Kim is within touching distance of her goal – but is it already too late?

Kim Medhurst, ex-British military intelligence officer turned scientist and climate activist, is in a race against time. With help from her four men, she’s researching how to make the ygrene – the mysterious power source she retrieved from a remote Scottish island – a viable alternative to fossil fuel. An unexpected visitor recently bought them a little extra breathing space, but they’re painfully aware it won’t last forever.

Despite their hard work, the whole thing looks set to crash down around their ears when the greedy megalomaniac they’ve been desperate to avoid shows up on the Greig twins’ doorstep. While Kim and the gang would happily lay down their lives to stop the ygrene getting into the wrong hands, Kim would prefer to steer clear of violence. Their latest visitor claims he only wants to talk, but he’s brought goons carrying hardware, and Kim wouldn’t be Kim without a backup plan.

Will good prevail against evil, or have all the gang’s efforts and sacrifices been for nothing?

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*****

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, and The Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her and her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/linktree

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OUT NOW: Tomorrow’s Hero by Thom Collins  #mmromance #gayromance #sportsromance @thomwolf

Success series Book 2

Blurb: A professional footballer with a secret. Can love conquer a lifetime of fear?

On the surface, international football star Fernando Inglesias has the perfect life—his dream career, fame, wealth and a beautiful girlfriend on his arm. At twenty-nine, Fernando has it all, but success is fragile, and one mistake could destroy everything. Fernando has a secret he will never share, something that could destroy everything he’s worked hard to achieve. There are no openly gay male footballers in the professional league, and he has no intention of becoming the first.

Ibiza…the party playground of Europe—a hedonistic island where anything is possible. On a weekend trip with the boys, love is the last thing Fernando expects to find. A chance meeting with Joshua, a handsome English visitor, changes it all. For the first time, he finds himself interested in more than sex from another guy. As Fernando and Joshua grow closer, the stakes are high on both sides as they struggle to overcome their personal differences.

Can Fernando risk his career for the sake of loving another man?

Books Details:

Tomorrow’s Hero by Thom Collins

Success Series Book 2

Publisher: Pride Publishing

Date: 31st August 2021

Word count: 32, 214

 

Excerpt

The man appeared to be a little younger than Fernando, perhaps mid-twenties. Though it was difficult to be sure in the blue-hued light of the bar, his skin looked pale. Fernando guessed he was English. He had thick, wavy hair, brushed back from a square-jawed, handsome face. His mouth was wide and his eyes were large and even. He was the most attractive man Fernando had seen since arriving on the island.

The young man appeared perfectly at ease walking around without his shirt. He had the slim, athletic build of a runner—the kind of man who exercised for enjoyment and health, not the pursuit of unattainable perfection. Though, to Fernando, he did indeed look perfect. There was a nice spread of hair across his taut chest and a tantalising trail down the centre of his belly disappearing into his waistband, hinting at the treasures below. He approached the bar and put both elbows on the counter.

Fernando watched, fascinated, as he ordered a beer, taking in the length of his fingers and the dark hair that coated his forearms, and was pleased to notice he had no tattoos or piercings. His stomach was tight and undefined, his hips slender, and Fernando couldn’t miss the outward jut of his solid runner’s arse.

The man, obviously sensing the attention, turned to look at him. Startled, Fernando dropped his gaze, and when he looked again, the man was staring straight at him, his wide mouth raised in a smile.

“Hi,” the man said.

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Thom Collins Bio

Thom Collins is the author of Closer by Morning, Gods of Vengeance, Silent Voices and the Anthem Trilogy. His love of page turning thrillers began at an early age when his mother caught him reading the latest Jackie Collins book and promptly confiscated it, sparking a life-long love of raunchy novels.

He is currently working on a new novel.

Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes.

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Links:

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Completely Yours by Isabelle Lauren @RomanticIsa #Erotica #EroticRomance #BisexualRomance

Blurb

Caroline is on top of her game. Black Goddess, her company, is opening a store in New York, and a week away from the office is just what Caroline needs. In Toronto, she has to play the role of the prim, successful business woman, romantically linked with her business partner Daniel. But in New York she can be sexually free. It doesn’t hurt that this time, her attractive project manager Alisha is coming with them.

Alisha is attracted to both her bosses, but she is determined not to jeopardise her career.  This determination is shaken when Caroline proposes a no-strings attached sexual relationship for the duration of the business trip. Unable to deny her feelings Alisha embarks upon a scorching sexual journey with Caroline.

Daniel is in love with Caroline. Knowing that their romantic relationship is nothing more than a facade with no chance of ever becoming a reality, Daniel decides to quit his job as Caroline’s business partner in an effort to protect his heart. All he has to do is survive the week in New York. But can he continue to deny his feelings, especially when Caroline needs him?

When the media makes details of Caroline’s sexual excesses public, Caroline, Alisha and Daniel must work together to save the future of Black Goddess—and their hearts.

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*****

Excerpt

Caroline sighed as the stress of the past weeks drained away. It was always good to come to New York, and even though their time here would be hectic with the new store opening, it would be less stressful than being in Toronto. She’d always loved New York, though she’d never move here—it was her escape from her life back home that made it so alluring. Here she could be herself, without fear of judgment. She was relatively anonymous, which she loved. She hoped that opening up a store here wouldn’t change that.

She closed her eyes and basked in the sun’s heat. It wasn’t the sticky heat of summer yet, thank goodness. There was still a coolness to the breeze, but the sun had gained enough in strength to warm her.

Her shoulders relaxed. She had a busy day ahead. There were meetings to be held and decisions to be made, but for now, she enjoyed her cup of coffee in the sun. The week would be brutal, but in between the busy meetings, she’d scheduled some time for herself. And for Daniel, if she was honest. The man needed a break. It’d been a hard year and she worried about him. He’d been distracted lately, missing appointments and dropping the ball on some important agreements. If she didn’t know better, she’d have said he was in love, but Daniel didn’t do love. He hadn’t been in a relationship in years.

That’s what she loved about him. He’d never judge her lifestyle, because he was the same. Her lovers were always temporary, some even staying as short as a few weeks. It was the perfect setup: she got her satisfaction but didn’t have to worry about commitment. Daniel had never disapproved, nor had he tried to talk her into committing to a relationship. There had been a time—long ago—when she’d wanted a relationship. Settle down with a partner, maybe even have a child down the line…but she’d come to realize that she couldn’t tie herself down to one person. The thought of only having sex with one partner for the rest of her life horrified her, so she’d given up looking for commitment.

Yes, it was good to be back in New York. Even if they’d brought Alisha. Not that she had anything against her—on the contrary—but it usually was only she and Daniel. It wasn’t to be helped, though. With the opening around the corner, it had made sense to take their project manager. Alisha had proven herself competent in the last few weeks. Caroline was happy she’d listened to Daniel and hired her.

She’d initially balked at bringing in a project manager. She could oversee the project perfectly well herself. Or so she’d thought. But while in the past she had been able to micromanage a project, the business had grown so much; she had to rely on others to get the job completed. She wouldn’t lie, it had been hard. Daniel had to keep reminding her to allow Alisha to do her job. And what a brilliant job she had done. Caroline couldn’t have asked for a better project manager. It was as if Alisha read her thoughts. Often Caroline would wish for something, only to find out that Alisha had preempted her request and had taken care of things.

It had been a long time since she’d been able to rely on a person like that. Apart from Daniel, of course. Daniel was her right-hand man and had been with her from the beginning. She didn’t know what she’d do without him. If it hadn’t been for his relentless work ethic and inexhaustible fount of encouragement for her, Black Goddess wouldn’t be where it was now.

Having Alisha here meant a chance to live a bit, have fun, and not worry so much. The past weeks—no, make that months—had been so stressful, she’d hardly had time to take care of herself. In Toronto she had to keep up the appearance of being a wealthy, successful, and—most of all—boring business woman. In New York, she could be the loose woman who’d bring back strangers to the hotel room for sex. She missed that. Not just sex with strangers, but any type of sex. When was the last time she’d been thoroughly satisfied? It’d been months at least. Well, no longer. This week she would live it up.

As busy as she would be, she would go back to Toronto refreshed and energized. Exactly what she needed. And maybe with Alisha here, she could step back a little. It was Alisha’s job to manage the project, so she should let her do just that.

She hoped Alisha wasn’t a prude. That was always the risk of bringing additional people to New York. She wanted to be totally herself, but she was acutely aware of the fact that many people still had problems with casual sex. Or sex in general. There was nothing wrong with liking sex, as long as it was performed safely between consenting adults, but some people didn’t seem to get that.

Alisha seemed different, though. She reminded Caroline very much of herself when she was younger. Not that she was that much older than Alisha—about five years. Alisha possessed that same drive, that hunger to be successful, to do a good job and receive recognition for it. But there was more to her than ambition. She brought to mind a large cat. Beautiful, gracious, but ready to strike at any moment. There was a sexual energy running through her. If she hadn’t been her employee, Caroline would’ve loved to explore that further.

Shaking her head at her thoughts, she finished her coffee and went back into the suite. It was time to do some work.

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About the author

Isabelle has been writing ever since she can remember. She’s tried her hand at pretty much any genre, but being an incurable romantic with a filthy mind, she made erotic romance her genre. Her books combine searing sex scenes with deep emotional connections. She loves making her readers hot with her words and is always happy to hear how her books have affected them.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/RomanticIsa

Website: https://isabellelauren.com

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