Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Iron Rods - Strip Club for Women #HotRomance #EroticRomance

This looks like a hot one you don't want to miss.

Please welcome Brenna Zinn and read on to learn more about her new, sexy romance...


Iron Rods
Strip Club for Women
Book One
Brenna Zinn


During the golden age of Austin, Texas, women came from miles around to mix fantasy with flesh at Iron Rods strip club. But time moved on, leaving the club in disrepair and the dancers in sorry shape. Bennett Truitt, estranged son of the club’s aging and half-crazy owner, wants to replace the local landmark with shiny new condos against his father’s wishes. His Trojan horse is feisty Tatum Reynolds, his new hire as manager of the failing establishment. He’s sure she’s the train wreck he needs to run the business into its grave, but never underestimate the stubborn determination of a down-on-her-luck Texas woman.

After another rejection letter, Tatum stares fate in the eye and realizes she’ll never be a professional dancer on or off Broadway. Out of options, she accepts Bennett’s job offer to manage the strip club and is determined to return the run-down Iron Rods to its glory days, no matter what or who stands in her way – even if it means going toe-to-toe with the boss’ son.


“Are you the manager here?” she asked, making her way down to the end of the bar.

He punched the end of the pen he held and tossed it onto an open file. “I guess you can say I am. Is there a problem?”

His tone sounded a little too bored for her liking. He might not be hard to look at, but he had pompous ass written all over him. “As a matter of fact there is. Have you taken a good look at this place lately? It’s a dump. The lighting sucks, the dancers aren’t good-looking and couldn’t dance to save their souls, and the bartender is serving lousy drinks.”

He tilted his head. “You don’t say.”

His prissy, holier-than-thou attitude provided just the spark she needed to stay ignited. “Yes, I do say. You should be ashamed of yourself and this place. It’s the worst club in Austin.”

“And yet you’re here.”

“I—” Tatum started, but faltered in the wake of his unexpected retort. She blinked several times, too flustered to speak. Weren’t managers supposed to be nice to their customers? Even rich, snobby managers?

The stranger stood and Tatum’s gaze continued up until her head tilted back. Powerfully built, he not only stood several inches taller than her, he dominated the space around her. Though he might not be as humongous as the bartender, he radiated a fierce but intelligent intensity that commanded her attention. Here was a man used to getting what he wanted.

“You think someone else can do better?” he asked.

Her mouth watered as she watched the play of muscles behind his snug shirtsleeves and listened to the deep voice that poured over her like warm molasses. Good Lord, the man was virile.

Not permitting herself to be influenced by intimidation or lust, she raised her chin and said the first thing that came to her mind. “I think a drunk monkey could do better.”

“You looking for a job?”

About the Author:

Brenna hails from the Lone Star state where she lives with her husband and four dogs, three of which are as big as long horns. She’s a fun-loving writer who likes nothing better than to explore while she travels (no planned excursions, please!), eat what others cook (it works out better for everyone that way), and avoid the gym whenever possible.

Her journey through life has taken her all over the United States, as well as many places throughout the world. Using her travel experience as a guide and peppering in interesting characters she’s met along the way, she loves nothing better than weaving tales of romance and leaving readers yearning for adventures of their own.

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Monday, January 16, 2017

Code Redhead - 16 romance authors - all proceeds go to charity #TinaDonahueBooks #romance #boxset

I'm honored to be part of Code Redhead, a serial novel.

16 authors have come together to provide great romance. 

All proceeds go to The Children's Cancer Research Fund.

February 9


Featuring Red-HOT, erotic contemporary by Tina Donahue

A chance meeting between strangers. A steamy hook-up that burns the sheets. Who says opposites don’t attract? Not him. Now if only he can find her again… 


Eric Neal shouldered past too much humanity at 2Nite, a popular Manhattan dance spot. Lyrics shrieked, bass pounded, orange, yellow, and purple spotlights swept past, the neon colors bright enough to burn retinas.

After a brutal day’s work, he should have fled this commotion for his staid club and a relaxing swim followed by a few drinks. He couldn’t now.

She drew him to her.

His breathing picked up. Cock thickened. Balls tightened.

In a sea of outrageous colors, her flame-red hair stood out like a sultry beacon. Cut as short as a guy’s, those glossy waves were somehow dangerously feminine.

He grinned.

An elbow rammed into his arm, another in his back. He gasped.

Someone shouted, “Sorry, man.”

Wincing, he sidestepped the voice’s owner and craned his neck.

Arms above her head, she bounced in place and pumped her fists to This is My Fight Song. Her gyrations weren’t exactly dance steps, but more like Sylvester Stallone’s moves in Rocky when he’d jumped up and down outside the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Given the sweltering summer night, she wore a silvery tank top that glittered wildly. Her super-short black skirt bobbed above her slender thighs.

Eric swigged his Heineken.

Her combat boots ruled. Adorable and oddly sexy, pulling him closer.

Perspiration beaded on her temples. A soft rose tint blushed beneath her pale skin, not a freckle in sight.

He guessed her to be mid-twenties or so. If it hadn’t looked weird, he would have leaned closer and tried to catch her scent.

She opened her eyes.

Those babies couldn’t have been bluer, her features cute, rather than drop-dead gorgeous, fitting her perfectly.

His legs weakened.

She grinned and danced for him alone, it seemed, their gazes welded. When she turned, he followed and circled her.

Her laughter tinkled within the raucous noise. He joined her, enjoying himself.

The music wound down. She lifted her face to the ceiling, exposing her long, creamy throat. “Whew. That was something.”

No fucking kidding. A few times in his life, sex hadn’t been this good.

Without asking, she took his beer, enjoyed a long sip, and returned the bottle with a sweet smile. “Thanks, I needed that. Hey.”

Her husky voice surprised him. “Hey. You were really into the song.”

“Yeah?” She fingered beer off her lips.

If she’d given him the chance, he would have licked the drops away.

The couple behind her horsed around and ran into her. She lurched forward.

Eric caught her arm to keep her from falling. Her cinnamon-and-vanilla scent enhanced her natural musk. His heart walloped. “You okay?”

“Never been better.” She beamed. “Thanks for rescuing me. I’m Rusty. Short for Russell.”

He stepped back as far as he could on the crowded dance floor. Unlike the other women here, she wasn’t busty. Her boobs were barely a handful for a man. What some might call pert and hopefully real. Courtesy of nature not doctor-prescribed hormones. “Huh?”

Her laughter pealed above the others’ shouted conversations. “Don’t worry. Dad named me—his only child and daughter—in honor of my grandfather. I’m not a guy.”

Thank god. That would have been disappointment he couldn’t have handled. “Nice to meet you, Rusty. I’m Eric.” He offered his hand.

She slid her fingers across his, her palm satiny and warm.

His mouth got drier than dust. He squeezed gently and stroked her thumb. “You come here often?” This was his first time. For some reason, he’d gone through the front door tonight rather than walking past this place as he usually did.

“I come whenever I can, if I’m not busy.”


“Or protesting. You gotta do what you gotta do to make things right. Agreed?”

He supposed. “What do you protest?”

Her reddish eyebrows lifted. He wasn’t certain if she was surprised or excited by his question.

“Unfairness. People taking advantage of others because they can. Stuff that needs to change.” She smiled broadly. “I’m proud to say the cops ordered me to get lost at OWS.”

Occupy Wall Street. Eric had seen the disturbance from his office window. His fellow attorneys had laughed off the protest as a mere nuisance. Nothing that would damage them or the corporate heads they represented. Of all the women for him to meet, he had to choose one who would probably snarl at his occupation. Maybe kick him in the balls when he would have preferred she fondle them.

Good sense told him to bow out gracefully and run for the street. He couldn’t budge. Didn’t want to. Her scent was too entrancing. Everything about her fascinated him. If she wouldn’t have thought him odd, he would have held onto her hand for hours. Her other parts too. Reluctantly, he released her. “What do you do when you’re not protesting? Where do you work?”

“For my dad.” She took the beer, enjoyed another sip, and licked her lips. “But I’m also developing a website.”

Eric warned himself not to stare too much at her mouth or her tongue. Wet and pink, it kept darting out to lick her ruby-red lips. “Yeah? What are you trying to sell?”

“Nothing.” She frowned. “That’s the point.”

She wanted to discuss her revolution. Who was he to deny her? “You’re creating an informational spot for what’s wrong with the world?”

“Not a bad idea.” Her lovely smile returned. “But that would take more time than I have and people don’t bother reading stuff even if it’s the truth. They’re too busy surviving. That’s what I’m trying to help them with.”

Weapons, ammunition, and dried foodstuffs came to mind. Items survivalists coveted. He hoped that wasn’t what she was talking about. “Sorry, I’m not following.”

“No prob. Let me explain.” She touched his forearm.

He’d folded his shirt sleeves back. Skin touched skin. His sizzled. 

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Sunday, January 15, 2017

His to Protect - Black Hills Wolves #EroticParanormal #Shifters #Romance

Please welcome Paris Brandon. She has a hot new shifter tale - His to Protect.

You don't want to miss this!

His to Protect
by Paris Brandon
Erotic Paranormal Romance


After ten long years, desperation has forced Luna Sinclair back to Los Lobos but nothing in her experience has prepared her for the heat that Pack Protector, Gunnar Redmond unleashes. Her wolf is clawing to break free and run straight for the hulking beast but what wolf in their right mind would want to be tied to her family tree?
Not everyone is happy about welcoming the daughter of one of the old alpha’s henchmen, home. Old wounds and secrets are exposed and to make matters worse, Drew Tao, the new alpha has reason to suspect that she might have revealed the packs most closely guarded secret when she escaped the crazed survivalist that had been keeping her prisoner.
None of that matters to Gunnar. He’s known Luna was his mate since finding her naked and shivering on pack land and he’ll do anything to keep her. With their wolves clawing to mate and danger closing in, anyone who wants to hurt her will have to go through him first. 


Gunnar Redmond’s blood still raced from his morning run, and the female’s musky scent hit him doubly hard. The haggard white wolf had been running in a straight line since she’d hit the perimeter a few minutes ago. Nothing ran that hard unless something chased it, and he didn’t see or smell anything following her. Too soon to call a warning for something he could probably handle himself, the pack protector kept well behind his quarry. The third time she stumbled, his wolf reached for her, nearly stopping him in his tracks.

The urge to catch her before she fell surprised him. He breathed in her scent once more, finding her human nature had become much stronger and stank of a fear so fierce it permeated the crisp autumn air. She’d transformed. The scent grew stronger. His quarry had stopped, perhaps to get her bearings.

Every wolf in Los Lobos knew the location of the pack land boundaries.

She was obviously lost and confused.

Downwind and hidden by a small stand of trees, Gunnar crouched on the crest of a small hill. Naked and filthy, twigs and leaves riddled her tangled mess of dark hair that reached past her shoulders. Mud streaked her bare arms and legs. Her thin flanks trembled as she rubbed her hands up and down her arms and looked around. She might not be very tall, but her obvious curves left no doubt she was all woman.

His wolf whined.

If he waited any longer, his wolf was going to behave inappropriately. Knocking her down so he could clean her and show his obvious interest probably wouldn’t win him any points. He stood and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked down the short incline.

The wind shifted, and she lifted her nose, turned, and froze. Her dark eyes widened, and he scented the fear she tried to hide. His size intimidated most, but her gaze had locked on his fingers, still working his shirt buttons free, and it occurred to him what the situation must look like.

Nice going, dumbass.

He let his arms drop and sighed. “Did you know you were trespassing?”

Her shoulders slumped. She stared at him a moment, and her mouth worked in a silent effort that seemed to frustrate her. Finally, her words tumbled like so much static from a radio. “Am I in Los Lobos?”

Gunnar nodded, and a shaky smile quirked one corner of her mouth.

“My name is Luna Sinclair, and I beg sanctuary.”


Decadent Publishing: http://decadentpublishing.com/pre-order-now-his-to-protect-black-hills-wolves-63/

About Paris:

A member of Romance Writers of America and published since 2009, Paris writes contemporary, paranormal, erotic and historical romance, throwing a little mystery and suspense in for good measure. Currently self-published and published with Decadent Publishing, she likes nothing better than a story that contains a little mystery and a lot of romance.

When not dreaming up stories featuring heroes who aren’t intimidated by strong heroines, she can be found haunting antique and thrift stores for unique finds, or planning a new flower garden. She lives in the mid-west with her husband of many years and is currently enjoying all of the period dramas on Netflix and wondering where she can find a hat that makes her look as stylish as Miss Phryne Fisher.

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Saturday, January 14, 2017

Author Kacey Hammell writes about payback #EroticRomance #ContemporaryRomance

Fasten your seatbelts, this looks like one hot read.

Please welcome Kacey and check out her latest Payback is a Bitch.

Love the title!


Payback’s a Bitch

by Kacey Hammell

Contemporary Erotic Short Story / Romance on the Go

**Author Note: This book was previously released at another publisher. It has been revised extensively with a new title for re-release.


No amount of braking will stop this payback from crashing and burning.

Racecar driver Lark Stevens agrees to help a close friend prove that paybacks can be a bitch. What she doesn’t expect is to fall in lust with her mark.

Set on her mission, Lark assumes the mystery man who amps up the heat and pushes her heart into overdrive is her intended target. And once they connect, getting even is the last thing on her mind.

As the heat smolders and revs from zero to sixty in mere seconds, Lark realizes she's on a crash course of emotion that no amount of braking will stop.

Warning: No-holds-barred sexual teasing, dances meant to titillate and push you over the edge, and M/F love scenes to get engines revving.

5 out of 5 Stars ~ “It’s quick. It’s dirty. It’s satisfying.” Author, SJ Maylee

5 out of 5 Stars ~~ “…a quick, hot read that will get your motor running.” Leisha, Goodreads

Chapter One

“Are you sure you’re okay doing this? It’s a lot to ask. You haven’t done this since college.” Lark’s best friend and business partner, Eli, sounded tense on the other end of the phone.

Annoyed, Lark sighed. She’d already agreed to his request, and they’d talked it to death. “Of course I’m sure. Everything’s great. I’ll be at your office tomorrow afternoon around three.”

“You know this is for fun. Just a bit of payback for Aaron.”

“Yeah, yeah. I got it.”

Lark strolled to her bedroom closet, eager to see a few of her favorite things. She slid the accordion door open, anchored her phone between her cheek and shoulder, and reached behind a wad of hanging clothes to retrieve a plastic garment bag.

As she unzipped it, she smiled at the exquisite silk and leather. She hadn’t worn the more risqué skirts and tops in her closet for a couple years. Not since her last boyfriend, who hadn’t appreciated the adventure in their sex life. But she loved wearing leather or spandex. The material slid along her skin, bolstering her confidence and sexiness. Her heart rate raced from zero to sixty in anticipation. Lark shivered, hit the speaker button on her cell phone, and then dropped it on the nightstand.

“Aaron won’t know what hit him. He’ll definitely understand the meaning of payback’s a bitch when I’m through with him.” Lark laid four outfits on the bed and pondered them.

Red, blue, and two black mega-short skirts with silk, midriff-baring halter tops—but which was best for a fun prank?

“Just don’t hurt him.” Eli’s gruff voice hinted at concern for his longtime friend, who was about to be punked.

“Don’t worry. I’ll treat him like my Chevy Impala, and shift him gentle.”

They both laughed.

She lifted the red set. Perfect. Lark got on her knees beside the bed to look underneath and reached in as far as possible. Once she touched the tops of the matching red stiletto knee-high boots, she grinned. This outfit topped off with her vibrant red wig would be the icing on the cake. Yes. She yanked the heels free from their hiding place.

“There’s nothing to worry about. You go do your business with Fairfax Motors and land us a new sponsor, and I’ll take care of your good friend,” she said.

“Aaron’s mentioned financially backing us, too. That’d be great for us.”

Lark sat on the side of the bed. “Great. We won’t turn away money. But—” she frowned. “You’re not pimping me out to score some green, are you?”

“What? Jesus, Lark,” Eli shouted over the line. “I’d never do that and you know it. What do you take me for? We’re business partners, for fuck’s sake, and have been friends even longer than that! Hell, you’re the top female racecar driver anywhere. I’m not biased either. Besides, I’m not a lame chump, ya know.”

She laughed. “Okay. Okay. Stop groveling, you big baby. I hear ya. Go make us some moolah. I need to get pretty for tomorrow.”

“I’ll call you around five to tell you how he reacted to the prank. And thanks, babe. You’re the best. I should be finished my meeting with Fairfax by then. I’ll be miles across town or I’d ask you to dinner.” Eli chuckled. “I should have set up a videotape to see Aaron’s face.”

“No freaking way, buddy.” She tossed her jeans and underwear into the hamper in the corner. “I’ll give you every delicious detail. Gotta run. Ciao.”


She ended the call, then grabbed her robe from where it hung on the bedpost and strode into the bathroom.

Lark loved this room. The white walls and floor tile sparkled in the sunlight shining from the skylight she’d had installed after moving in. It was her sanctuary—her getaway from the dust and sweat from the track, and the demands on her time—and where she did her best thinking. Plus, racing at full throttle almost every day made her shoulders tight and rigid, and she really needed to soak the tension away.

Her seventy-two-inch claw-foot bathtub had been the final nail in the coffin in her decision to buy this house. Some days she lived in her tub.

Lark set her belongings on the vanity and turned the taps to fill the deep, cast-iron oval tub. She turned and shed her favorite “Race Car Drivers Like It in Overdrive” t-shirt and sweats that Eli had bought her last year for her birthday.

She bunched her hair up and back with her fingers, tugged the long tresses into a ponytail, and then peeled off her bra and panties.

Pleased with the way the day had gone, Lark smiled. She’d accomplished the second win she needed to advance to the next round of competition. Excitement for tomorrow filled her. She and Eli always had a blast; they shared a twisted sense of humor. Pulling one over on his best friend was going to be a lot of fun: Lark was going to deliver a simple bump-and-grind lap dance that had him sweating. It’d serve Aaron right for pushing some dude on Eli six months ago, trying to prove Eli was gay. She wanted to avenge her best friend, who hadn’t yet admitted his sexuality. They’d touched on the subject a few times, but he’d adamantly refused to confirm. She’d never pushed Eli into admitting what she suspected was the truth. And the realization that Aaron had tried to force Eli into something he wasn’t ready for irked her.

Prank or not, she loved putting on her shit-kicker boots, dressing to kill, and putting on a good show.

Teaching someone a lesson or two added to the thrill of dancing sexy again and pulling off this prank. When she finished with Aaron, all he’d see was her taillights as she left him teased and confused.

Paybacks were such a bitch.

Purchase Links 

Kacey’s Book Page -- https://kaceyhammell.com/bookshelf-2/paybacksabitch/ (updated as book goes live at all bookstores.)
Evernight Publishing -- http://www.evernightpublishing.com/paybacks-a-bitch-by-kacey-hammell
US -- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N5O7G9O
Canada -- https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01N5O7G9O
UK -- https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N5O7G9O
Goodreads -- https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33792775-payback-s-a-bitch

About Kacey:

Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…

Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters. These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.

Readers can find all my titles under the “Bookshelf” menu on my website – www.kaceyhammell.com

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Friday, January 13, 2017

Destined for Each Other - Erotic Paranormal - NEW RELEASE #TinaDonahueBooks #eroticpara

Destined for Each Other
erotic paranormal
Wiccan Haus series

Release date: February 3

Stars a sexy reaper and a cross-breed good fairy.
Let the good times roll...

Here's a cover tease.


She’s caught between the para and human world…he’s always been an outcast.
At the Wiccan Haus, they’ll find each other and paradise.

As a crossbreed good fairy, Bliss is tired of goodness, light, and everything that’s right. Talk about boring. Her human half demands a bad boy. Someone who’ll curl her hair and toes, while also cherishing her. In other words, the whole enchilada.

Enter Fallon. Tall, dark, handsome, and seriously dangerous. No, seriously. He’s a reaper. Trouble is he’s started to covet human emotions. Longing. Lust. Love. He needs healing fast to get his head screwed on right and go back to the way he was.

Bliss doesn’t agree and is determined to show him another way. Sometimes you have to break all the rules to find your destiny.


“What are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

He did but there wasn’t any way around the truth. “A reaper.”

Bliss’s mouth hung open.

He jabbed the lobby button. “I’ll go back down and wait until you’re on your floor then take—”

“Hold on.” She caressed his hand.

His legs went limp. Every other part of him turned harder than steel.

“You don’t have to get off the elevator.” She stroked his thumb. “So you’re a reaper, huh? That’s interesting.”

He chuckled. “First time I’ve heard it called that. Most people think it’s gruesome.”

“Pooh on them.” She leaned into him. “Have they been mean to you?”

Blue flecks added color to her eyes. Her musk surrounded and enthralled. “Huh?”

“You know, were they rude and unkind, saying things they shouldn’t?” Compassion flooded her features, making her breathtaking. “That’s so wrong.” She rested her hand on his chest.

His inner heat shot up a thousand percent. The only sane thing was to back away. He edged closer. “I don’t mind.”

“Don’t mind what?”

“That people have been cruel. Hell, I’m there to end their lives, take their souls. Many well before their time. Innocents who should have had long, full lives. I certainly never expected the Welcome Wagon.”

“But it hasn’t been your fault. It’s your job and you’ve been hurt by your victims’ reactions.”

He wished she would’ve used a kinder word than victim. However, others had wounded him. More than she could have imagined or he wanted to get into. He shrugged. A juvenile response, but he couldn’t muster anything better.

Bliss stroked his bottom lip. Damn thing tingled so much he trembled.

She pressed against him. Her nipples poked his chest. Their hipbones touched. “I’m sorry for your pain. I want you to feel better.”

Any more stimulation from her and he’d come in his jeans. “What?”

“Me too.”


“Shhh.” She slanted her mouth over his and drove her tongue deeply inside.

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Thursday, January 12, 2017

Win an ebook - erotic historical romance #FreeEbook #Contest #BookGiveaway

January Contest

Rules: Simply leave your name and email addy in the comments section AT THIS LINKhttp://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/p/monthly-hot-guy-contest.html and you're entered in my January contest! WINNER CHOSEN AT RANDOM. 
Duration: Contest begins January 1 and runs through January 30 – Winner announced January 31
Prize: Winner chosen randomly and will receive book two in my Dangerous Desires series - Wicked Whispers. Erotic historical

Follow the heart through darkness…

As the Inquisition gains force, even the faintest rumor can brand one a heretic. In this world it is Sancha's gift--or curse--to be blessed with the gift of healing. But the villagers are in need of her arts more than ever, and she feels it is her duty to help them at the risk of losing her life. And at the sacrifice of her heart…

Enrique has never wanted a woman as he does Sancha. Determined to have her love, he woos her with exquisite passion, giving her refuge to pursue her healing in secret. But their very desire and escape from the ruthless forces of the world may be their undoing. And together, they must pit themselves against a jealous rival and archaic tradition to secure their place in a hopeful new dawn…


He looked at her. “Never have I met women like you.”
She inclined her head slightly to concede his point. “Now you understand why I said you must find another more in accord with your needs.”
“I want no one but you.”
He’d cupped her face, his thumb skimming her bottom lip. Her mouth tingled. Her breath spilled out on a wanting sigh at the tenderness and desire in his expression.
He reined in his gelding and lowered his mouth to hers.
She couldn’t fight him. Didn’t want to. The night was perfect for love, their attraction too intense, his kiss soft and searching at first then filled with raw male need, his tongue slipping into her mouth.
Sancha sagged against him, suckling his tongue as though she’d been born for the task, loving his clean flavor, his strong caress.
With the reins in one hand, he eased his other beneath her shirt, fingertips grazing her skin, hand cupping her naked breast.
She should have pulled away, told him to stop. Trembling with unbearable need, she opened her mouth even more to his tongue, inviting him to invade her deeply, intoxicated by his scent and strength.
Emboldened by her willing surrender, he dragged his thumb over her nipple, making the tip even harder. She ached for him in a way she couldn’t deny. All her life others had told her how sinful lust was. For her to avoid it at all cost. A woman’s purity was worth more than love. Passion could fade in a moment. Chastity alone proved a female’s honor the same as valor did with a man.
She’d never doubted those truths, having rarely thought of them until now.
Within Enrique’s embrace, she was complete for the first time, even though they had no future. Somehow, this moment and a few others seemed enough. On some level, she knew her sentiments were wrong. A better woman would fight for what was right, denying herself and him.
She gripped Enrique’s thigh, not wanting him to stop. Her touch seemed to excite him even more. He tore his mouth free and lifted her shirt, exposing her breasts to the ebbing moon and night air. The cool breeze skipped lightly against her feverish skin. His mouth was hot and damp on her throat.

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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Secret Sins - Erotic Contemporary with BDSM - and a Contest #BDSM #EroticRomance #Contest

Check out Kathy Kulig's great new erotic romance Secret Sins. Looks and sounds luscious.

She's also hosting a great contest.

Read on for details...

Coming February 2nd
Pre-order now

Secret Sins by Kathy Kulig
Book 3 in Sins of Odyssey series (Erotic Contemporary Romance with BDSM)

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Scorching. Provocative. Forbidden.

Every submissive craves Master Adrian Cayne’s commands and relentless determination to bring them to the point of exquisite pain and pleasure. Because of the intensity of his sessions, he’ll only take experienced subs until Emma arrives at Dark Odyssey. He’s impressed and attracted to her beauty and enthusiasm. But before he’ll take her on, she must pass a series of seductive tests of increasing intensity to see if she’s receptive to his unique and dark skills.

Emma Fallon is known to thoroughly research her articles for the tabloid magazine Scandal. With her job and career on the line, she must go undercover to write a lurid and gossipy story about Dark Odyssey, a hedonistic club. While the assignment is her chance to indulge in her taboo desires for the sex she craves as a submissive, her heart isn’t in it because she’s falling for Adrian.

Raw, hot passion draws them past guarded limits, but when secrets are revealed and trust is broken, can true love save their torn hearts?

Other books in the Sins of Odyssey series:
Secret Destiny – Book 1
Secret Escort – Book 2

Read an Excerpt:

“I’m going to test you first.” He took her hand and rubbed her knuckles then turned it over and stroked her palm and wrist. Chills raced up her arm.

Her breath caught. “What kind of test?” Her body responded and ached for more. He hadn’t really done anything. How did he do that?

“I need to see how receptive you are as a submissive. You may say you’re serious, but I’ll be able to tell with a few tests.” His fingers slid up her arm.

Emma’s pulse quickened and she parted her legs slightly. She was that horny. After wandering around in the sexually charged atmosphere, she couldn’t help it. She wanted it too, she wanted Adrian even though they’d just met. “How can you tell?”

“Close your eyes. Trust me.”


For Secret Destiny:

“What did Destiny get herself and her partner in to? I was thinking this through most of the read. This was a sexy, kinky read that took one couple on so serious highs and out of their world comfort zone. My thoughts kept racing. Will she regret the decision to step into the world of Dark Odyssey and that of the super wealthy?

I will not answer that question for you. I will tell you it is well worth the read. I was ready to turn each page and find each new step deeper in that Destiny and Darius took. This was a HOT, SIZZLING page turner. Waiting for the next installment. Where will it lead?” ~Book Junkie Reads

“Omg what can I say other the brilliant! ! !
This book is seriously hot and the sex scenes will leave you wanting more!” ~Maxine’s Hot Reads

RELEASE DATE: February 2nd. Pre-order now!

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Read more about the SECRET lives and lovers within club Dark Odyssey! Hot men and the passionate women they love!

SECRET DESTINY by Kathy Kulig 9/12/2016
SECRET ESCORT by Kathy Kulig ~10/8/2016
SECRET SINS by Kathy Kulig ~2/2/2017

About Kathy Kulig

Kathy Kulig is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, sensuous romance stories for the smart, adventurous reader. Her titles range from sizzling contemporaries, to sultry paranormal and scorching romantic suspense. Visit her webpage at www.kathykulig.com to check out her books, news and contests.
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