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An Executive Decision is FREE and it’s Number One!
An Executive Decision, book one of the Executive Decisions Trilogy, went free on Amazon yesterday and by last night it was number one on the Amazon.com free Kindle downloads chart in Romantic Erotica! Dee and Ellis are known for working hard, and they must have been working all night, because as of 10:30 this morning, they’re still holding the number one position in Romantic Erotica and are now number one in Erotica as well. They’re holding their own in the UK chart as well, hanging in there at number 8. Excited much!?!?
Of course that’s totally fabulous news for me! I couldn’t be happier! But it’s also great news for those of you who haven’t yet sunk your teeth into the trilogy. Now is your chance to get the first book for FREE!
And here’s a little teaser for you enjoy while you’re downloading.
An Executive Decision Blurb:
Book 1 of The Executive Decisions Trilogy
Overworked CEO Ellison Thorne has no time for sex, let alone romance. The only answer, at least where his retiring business partner Beverly is concerned, is a no-strings sex clause in her replacement’s contract, designed to make Ellis’ busy life easier – and hotter. But she’s joking, right?
When Dee Henning takes over Beverly’s job, sparks fly between her and Ellis, but work takes priority in driven Dee’s life too. Can one night of passio
n in a Paris hotel room prove Beverly’s Sex Clause is their secret to success in the boardroom and the bedroom, and what will happen if that private clause becomes public knowledge?
An Executive Decision Excerpt:
‘Storm’s breaking.’ He mouthed the words to her, and she moved still closer, trying to overhear the conversation. He placed a finger to his lips and strained to hear. ‘Alright,’ he said. ‘I’m on my way.’ He disconnected and practically catapulted off the sofa. ‘That’s the outfitters. I made them promise to call me the minute they knew anything.’
She was off the sofa too, following him to where his backpack leaned against a wingback chair. He’d had Harold prepare it and deliver it to the office just in case.
‘And?’
‘I’m going back. Jeffries is on standby with the limo. The plane is fueled and ready. I figure we can be at PDX in thirty minutes, if traffic’s not too bad.’
She grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop. ‘You can’t go back without at least one night’s rest, Ellis. You’re exhausted, and what about Beverly’s important meeting?’
He jerked away from her and hefted the pack onto one shoulder. ‘Fuck her meeting. I just want her safe.’
‘Ellis, be reasonable. As soon as things settle, you could get a phone call from Beverly laughing the whole thing off. Do you know how upset she’d be if she knew you’d put yourself in danger traipsing down there when there was no need? Please,’ she grabbed the backpack and wrestled it off his shoulder. ‘You know I’m right. Just rest. Just for tonight, and then tomorrow…’ She stepped into his personal space and placed a hand on his bicep. ‘Tomorrow I’ll go with you.’
‘Are you crazy?’ he jerked his arm away. ‘You can’t go with me. It’s awful down there, flooding, wind damage, it was bad where I was and I wasn’t anywhere near the worst of it.’
*****
‘I don’t know what to expect, and we don’t know where Beverly was when the outfitters lost contact. I don’t want you there, Dee. And neither would she. Don’t you understand?’
But of course she didn’t understand, and he really didn’t expect her to. God, she was as stubborn and pigheaded as Beverly was. She held him in a hard blue gaze. ‘She wouldn’t want you there either, damn it.’
‘Don’t tell me what she would want. I don’t care what she would want. I’m going and you’re staying. That’s final.’
Dee shoved both her hands onto her hips and glared at him, her eyes suddenly like raw heat. ‘You’re not my boss, and I do what I want, and right now I’m telling you you’re being an idiot.’
It came as a total shock when he grabbed her. He didn’t see it coming. He didn’t see any of it coming. Before she could do more than utter a gasp of surprise, he pulled her to him so hard that he feared he’d given her whiplash, then he did the unthinkable. He kissed her. He kissed her hard. His mouth was bruising and tyrannical against hers, like he’d forgotten how to be gentle, like he’d forgotten how to be civilized. He swallowed her breath even as she fought to swallow his. At first she pushed him, pushed him as hard as she could, and he thought she was pushing him away, but her mouth sparred with his for still more contact. He only yielded enough to step back, pulling her with him, kissing her harder, holding her tighter, tight enough to crush her breasts against his chest. She bit and nipped at him like an angry wolf, with him yanking and shoving her jacket off her shoulders and going to work on her buttons while she pushed and shoved and clawed.
There was ripping and tearing. At least one button went flying. He wasn’t sure whose. He didn’t care. He’d fucking buy her a new suit if he had to.
With one hand he tugged and yanked her skirt up over her hips, with the other he shoved down the straps of her bra and kneaded and cupped until his thumb raked her nipples into heavy, responsive peaks.
She managed to force his trousers down over his hips as he figured out how to release the front catch on her bra. ‘Wait, wait,’ he said, struggling to breathe in the charged atmosphere, trying to keep his head clear. He nearly elbowed her as he tugged his wallet from his pocket.
In his distracted efforts, he stumbled backward over the backpack, pulling her down on top of him, forcing the breath from his lungs with a grunt.
‘Oh my god!’ she cried out. They landed in a heap sprawled across the soft carpet. With her sitting astraddle him he yanked and tugged at his wallet, money, credit cards and receipts falling like confetti until he found the silver foil packet, which he ripped open, launching the condom into the air in his frenzied efforts.
‘Shit,’ they both cursed at the same time. She was already tugging at his boxers as he grabbed up the rogue condom, rolled it down over his arcing erection and thrust up into it nearly bucking her off his thighs with the effort. He tugged the crotch of her panties aside. For a second he glimpsed the warm depths of her before they clawed and shifted and positioned to get what, until now, neither of them had known they both needed so desperately.
Once he pushed into her, it was his turn to cry out. ‘Oh god, Dee! I can’t stand it!’ He grabbed her hips and held her tight. ‘Hold still. Don’t move. Give me a second.’ It had been a long time since he’d had any real sex, and his sensitivity was astounding, embarrassing actually. His chest rose and fell like bellows. Dee sat impaled, eyes closed, hands cupping her breasts, breathing like there was fire in her chest. She felt stretched exquisitely tight and warm and tetchy around his girth, and the few seconds he held her there seemed forever, suspended in the delicious agony of needing to thrust, but knowing to wait. Just a few more seconds until he felt in better control
Then when he was certain he wouldn’t embarrass himself, he gathered her to him, feeling the carpet abrade his elbows as he rolled on top of her, still buried to the hilt. And he began to thrust. She tightened her legs around his hips and rose in rhythm to meet his efforts, growling at him, as he growled back, balling her fists against his back, straining upward onto him as he impaled her, meeting strength with strength. And her strength was impressive. She was muscle and sinew, rounded and softened with delicious curves engulfing him in the feel and the power and the scent of femaleness, the tidal scent of steamy summer, the scent of lust tightly controlled. No doubt some of that was his own scent. And the blending of the two was intoxicating.
It was all over in a few minutes. They exploded into release together like glass shattering on concrete. He came with a heavy groan and collapsed on top of her while she convulsed in orgasm. Surely he was dreaming. Surely he was asleep, and his psyche had fabricated the whole experience in an effort to relieve stress. Surely it couldn’t be real. He’d wake up soon.
They lay panting on the floor in a tangle of discarded clothing and trembling arms and legs, as his brain gradually regained control. In his fantasies, he always made it last, lingering to tease and pleasure Dee their first time together. And it was true; he actually had fantasized about her, about the woman he’d never met, about the woman whose photo was in the dossier Beverly had put together. He’d fantasized about her from his first glance at Beverly’s wild concoction of a resume. And he had no doubt that had been a part of Beverly’s scheme.
But he was always a good lover in his fantasies, no awkward moments, no clumsy efforts. In his fantasies he always pleasured her like she’d never been pleasured before. He never imagined he’d take her with such force. He never imagined he’d take her at all, at least not in the real world. God, what must she think? He found himself remembering Beverly’s Executive Sex Clause. No doubt this situation would meet with her approval, but at the moment, he wasn’t sure what he felt, other than embarrassed that he’d lost control.
Finally he found the breath to speak. ‘Dee, are you alright? I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me; I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t mean to be such an animal.’
‘I like animals.’ She spoke around labored breath.
The sting her nails had left across his shoulders and back convinced him she might be a bit of an animal herself.
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Guest Blog by Constance Munday, Author of The Ties That Bind
Spring is well and truly in the air and it always starts a whirl of writing and new projects. Perhaps it’s something to do with watching everything growing. Anyway here I am with another guest post and really enjoying the tour. At the moment I am deep in editorial on another book, but it’s always nice to take a break to talk to everyone and I’m getting used to it now, although I still think I am a bit of a blog novice and wonder if I’ll ever put out something half as witty and polished as my fellow writers. I am so envious of every one who is good at this, I think it takes a certain natural talent to make a good blogger.
I very often get asked about the latest book I am reading. I am a voracious reader but it is a sad fact that writing so much, means I read a little bit less than I used to. I still try to get through a book a week if I can though, and I still read anything interesting that comes my way. To me there is no good or bad book because you learn something new from each one and it’s always an interesting exercise to explore the ideas, study style and maybe learn a gem of wisdom.
I am delighted that ‘The Ties that Bind’ is proving such a favourite with all of you out there. Maybe it is because I enjoyed writing it and I am a firm believer that if you enjoy what you do it shines through in some way. From feedback, folk are telling me they like the characters Penny and Nicholas, which is great. I wanted Penny to be that likeable heroine we could all identify with. Giving her doubts and flaws made her approachable. Nicholas the male lead, is a bit more complex. In the beginning he is not meant to be that pleasant since he doesn’t give enough away for you to be able to read him very well. But I think as you get to know him and see how his mysterious side hides one or two surprises you will like him immensely, or you will by the very end. Penny and Nicholas go through quiet a few dramas in order to be together, with Penny unveiling some hidden secrets about herself in the process. A word of warning, Nicholas is a sexy guy and I adore him, but he is not your archetypal young stud. We don’t always meet those in real life do we? Anyway, here is a little taster for you to enjoy. Thanks so much for reading my blog today and I hope you’ll now begin to follow my news on the Constance Munday wordpress blog. Details below.
Excerpt
Nicholas slipped the masque over my eyes and I quivered at the feel of his hand on my arm. I hadn’t realised how much I liked being blindfolded. It made me wake up to sensations I’d never had. I turned my face up, inviting a kiss and got one. One of Nicholas’s specials. He was such a great kisser, I wondered how he’d got so good. He feathered my lips gently, teasing them with his tongue. Then he dived in aggressively, pushing my head back and plundering me, his tongue roaming over my mouth before capturing my own and sucking on it. I was surprised how quickly I’d taken to this tongue jousting, as I gave as good as I got; tasting his lips, wanting more. I could kiss Nicholas forever.
I lay on the back car seat in a fever of anticipation. By the time we stopped, I could hardly stand up I was shaking so much. Nicholas had to help me inside and up the stairs. He sat me on the bed as pulses of deliciousness raced through me.
‘Penny.’
‘Yes, Nicholas.’
I’m going to leave the masque off when we play today.’
‘Why.’ This was the third occasion we’d used it and I rather liked the mask. It gave me another identity and carte blanche to misbehave.
‘Because, you’re beginning to hide behind it, Penny. It’s all very well playing from time to time. But to advance properly, to be seduced properly, I think you ought to see what’s going on. It’s a turn on seeing someone’s expressions and reactions.’
‘The masters’ I’ve read about wouldn’t take off a masque this early, it spoils the suspense.’ I didn’t want to look too eager, but the truth of the matter was I didn’t actually mind about the masque because I wanted to see him. What I’d felt blindfolded, had been great and terrifically exciting, but to appreciate the subtle nuances of emotion on his face, wow!
He was sitting close, so close, I could feel his warm breath on my cheek.
‘I didn’t say I was a bondage expert did I, this is not simply about fun and restraint, it’s about us and our emotions. I certainly don’t spend my nights down fetish clubs if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m just a regular guy. Anyway what’s this Penny? Do you have a more salacious appetite than I do? Do you just want kink and not the whole seduction package?’
Silently I grappled with this conundrum as my mind began to wander. I wonder what you do on the evenings when you’re not with me, Nicholas Frisk? I speculated. Unfairly I was having the boyfriend, girlfriend feelings I knew I didn’t have a right to, as I began to wonder if there was another Penny, or maybe a Jayne or Mary hidden away in a suburban house somewhere waiting for Nicholas to get home. There might even be – God forbid – a clutch of golden-haired baby Nicholas’s tumbling at his feet. I knew if I asked him he’d only niftily dodge the bullet like he usually did. What did he tell the secret woman? “Babes,” this as he ran his hands through his hair and kissed her like he did me. “I’m so sorry they’re heaping work on me at the office.”
‘You have that lost a pound and found a penny look again.’ He gently pinched my cheek. ‘Come along Penny. Time is short.’
‘Go on then.’ I said bravely.
Nicholas removed the masque and I saw he was smiling at me tenderly. ‘Good girl.’ He kissed me.
Blurb for ‘The Ties That Bind.’
Can a chance encounter untie the secret desires locked within?
Penny’s your average voluptuous girl next door. Still a virgin, she’s settled for dull accountant Laurence. However, Penny is about to have her Shades of Grey moment. Saved from an accident by enigmatic stranger Nicholas, she yields to temptation and agrees to his daring proposal. Can Nicholas prove to her in the space of the few short weeks before her wedding, that she’s made a mistake?
Penny’s preconceived notions of sex are challenged, as she now submits to desire and unwittingly falls truly in love with a man who loves her purely for herself.
But is it too late? Can she sever the ties that bind her to Laurence and is she strong enough to become bound by ties a million times more intriguing? In essence, is Penny brave enough to be the woman she knows she is inside as a game of hearts becomes self-fulfilment on a scale she never imagined possible?
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Constance Munday Biography
Constance is nearly always to be found with a pencil in her hand making notes for a new story. She has led a varied life and done many jobs from cup washer, lecturer to new age healer but has always written since she was a child. A major health scare recently though, made her see life differently, and after years as a part-time writer, she turned full-time, because as she says – life is too short not to do what you love. She has literally climbed a mountain and made many sacrifices to pen her novels and now builds on a fund of wonderful encounters with intriguing people, plus her imagination, to write stories with strong characters and determined and adventurous women.
Constance loves listening to snatched conversations, which often give her a seed to start a story; taking walks, revelling in the mysteries of life and baking and dancing, when she isn’t tapping away at her latest novel, of course.
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Guest Blogger: Jean Hart Stewart, Author of Fearless Pursuit
This is a great blog, and one I thoroughly enjoy. Trouble is, while I write erotica it’s on the sensual level, not the let’s have the bare facts on the first page type. Not that my heroes and heroines don’t get bare, they just don’t do it quite so quickly and maybe not even as often in my books as in some of the truly erotic ones. There’s lots of plot and lots of emotion, though. I guess you’d call me hot but not sizzling.
But I love the hot, hot ones too. Anne Rice and Sabrina York are two of my favorites. There are others of course, but if you like exotic erotica try one of their books.
Here’s a bit of history about the notorious Nell Gwyn, the mistress of King Charles II. Although she was but one of many of his mistresses, she’s the one that’s come down in history. She also was the only one loved by his people. One day her carriage was attacked by an angry mob who thought it contained Charles’ Catholic mistress, Louise de Kerouaille. Nell leaned out the window, smiled, and said, “Good people, you are mistaken. I am the Protestant whore.” The crowd cheered and let her through.
One of Charles’ long term mistresses was Moll Davis, a greedy, unpopular actress. Nell found out Moll was to go to the king that night, and invited her to tea. Unfortunately the cake Moll ate was laced with laxative. Moll couldn’t go to the king, but Nell did and became his new favorite. In fact, Moll was dismissed soon after. Nell seems to have truly loved the king and encouraged him to enact some good laws for his people. The book I used for these facts, by David Haviland, has an interesting paragraph tracing Princess Diana’s lineage back to Charles’ illegitimate sons. So if Prince William becomes King he will be the first monarch descended from Charles II.
Excerpt:
He pressed his stiff rod against her as she wiggled her hips against him as she sighed with pleasure.
“You’re really back. Somehow I think you’ve got something delicious in mind.”
He grinned. “I do. And I intend to explore my thoughts in the best possible way.”
He shifted her so his stone-hard cock was nudging her cunt as he lifted one hand to her pouting nipples.
“Oh lord of all the elves. You are so damn irresistible.”
She smiled and tweaked the hairs on his chest.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue urging her lips apart until she opened them and he plunged in. She hesitated for an instant and then let her tongue mingle with his. Rurik tasted her and almost lost his control. Just in time he remembered this must be new to her. He’d never doubted she was a virgin, in spite of that ass Bartolini’s insinuations. Purity shown from her eyes, especially when she was singing and every clear note revealed her essential self.
He held her closely with one hand around her shoulder, letting his other roam, caressing each breast and kissing his way to her nipples. Sucking each in turn brought little puffs of delight and he moved his fingers down to her delectable ass. Pressing her hips hard against his raging cock, he somehow kept from plunging into her like a maniac. Reaching down, he felt between her legs and found her as wet as he desired. He easily found her clit and nudged her hips apart with his knee.
He’d never felt such overwhelming desire. Not that he’d been promiscuous but women seemed to find him attractive and he let himself be caught now and then. He’d never had a long-lasting affair. Knowing his time with Reina would be forever changed everything. He needed this to be as good for her as it was for him.
Even through the haze of passion he realized her body had stiffened. Lifting his head, he looked into huge, frightened eyes.
Still she smiled at time, trying to mask her near-terror.
“Don’t stop, Rurik. I’ll get used to all this.”
Nothing could have halted him as quickly as this brave declaration.
He withdrew his cock, willing it to subside so it wasn’t so painful, and rolled on his back beside her, one hand on her hip.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and he sighed and tucked her close to him with one arm. He didn’t think he’d ever had such a hard time trying to sound normal.
“Tell me, love, what you saw just now. I love you and always will but I want you to want me in just the same way. Was it a remembrance of Bartolini trying to rape you?”
She shook her head. “No, it was the times I screamed and pushed him away and he’d call his wife into the room and use her unmercifully. She’d scream and he’d slap her, fling her on the floor and walk out. She’d lie there crying and I knew she’d taken my place in his obscene desires. I knew he’d soon do the same thing to me. I know it won’t be like that with you. I’ll be glad to do what you want.”
Rurik sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. He’d rushed her. He’d let his passion rule him and he needed to give her more time. Pray all the elves he could overcome this new barrier with the woman he loved.
Her body was twitching and she didn’t even know what was wrong. He wanted her willing to accept his body. More than willing, he wanted her eager. Perhaps he could show her some pleasure and build on that.
Blurb:
His pointed ears betray his elfin heritage, bur Rurik is content to ignore it. But when he meets the beautiful singer, Reina his world turns upside down. To claim her he must leave his beloved scholarly research and learn to use his elfin powers, Becoming a helpful elf in his father’s clinic is not at all the way he’d planned his life, but Reina is worth the upheaval. He learns to cherish two darling children who need his special powers. He finds he will do anything to secure Reina, but even that might not be enough. He must fight to secure the safety of Reina and both children, no matter the heartbreak involved.
Jake, the younger brother is equally sexy and even more reluctant to acknowledge he’s and elf. But Rurik needs help against the sadistic villain after both Reina and the children, and Jake cannot refuse. He then leaves, rejecting his powers and his destiny.
Let these handsome elves warm your passions and your heart.
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Bio
Love living in California, even though I’m a transplant. Love writing and all it entails, crazy characters demanding to be let loose on the page, long hours of research, every bit of it. I raised two children and spent about twenty years in real estate before I summoned the courage to quit and do what I always wanted to do, WRITE! While he was alive my husband was my first-stop editor and biggest fan. Now that my children are accustomed to my writing sexy novels they’re equally supportive.
I’m currently writing my 34th book, tentatively named Defiant Pursuit. I’ve done historicals, a series of romances with Druids, another with Mages, and am well into this new series where the hero has Elfin blood. He’s fun, as well as tall, lithe and gifted. And did I say sexy? My elves are my first venture into writing erotica, and it’s harder than you think as well as fun. The last book in the series, Defiant Pursuit, will feature an elf as the heroine. I’m blessed as well as lucky. Do write me with any questions to jswriter@earthlink.net. I love to hear from readers!
I love to hear from my readers, so hope you’ll comment and let me know your thoughts. One comment today, and every day on my blog tour, will receive a free e-copy of Fearless. Love to make new friends and give gifts….
Cover Reveal for City Nights: One Night in Paris by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)
Blurb:
Jacob is nearly forty, and has recently come to the sudden realisation that he’s not doing much with his life. Sure, he’s got his own successful business, but what’s the point in earning lots of money and not doing anything or going anywhere to spend it?
He’s in serious danger of being all work and no play, so he starts to rectify this by organising a twenty four hour layover in Paris en route to a meeting in Dubai. Whilst there, he goes on a bus tour of the city, and there meets Annabelle, a fellow Brit who’s studying in Paris. There’s clearly an attraction between the two of them, so when the gorgeous Annabelle makes an indecent proposal to help Jacob fill his time in Paris, who is he to refuse?
More info and excerpt: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/city-nights-one-night-in-paris/
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9