Erotic Rock Romance & Chance to Win a Kindle or Nook


At this stop we're all about the heat of summer
and want to hold on little bit longer...
let's dive into the deep end of the romance pool
with some
to celebrate a cover change
here's an excerpt to kick up the heat factor
(18+Adult content)


“Alana, pushing for a lesson so early in the morning?” Jon asked with his deep British voice. Hell, the devil wouldn’t have sounded as seductively inviting.
Quivers erupted, cloaking her body. Damn, she was sunk. How would she go on for two dismal, platonic weeks when she’d greedily sampled Jon’s dizzying ability to power fuck? Twenty-three minutes…she didn’t think twenty-three hours or twenty-three days would be enough time to get tired of Jonathan Peter Lansing or his awe-inspiring bedroom skills.
“Please, Jon,” she pleaded without shame, longing to feel him dominate her body.
“Damn, I want you to remember us. Naked and shagging.” His eyes scanned her face, catching her in a vise of deep blue fire. “Like this. Is this what you want?” His fingers grazed her wetness. Laughing softly, he teased her, delivering her into another round of delicious torture as he held back from thrusting into her.
“More. I want you inside me.”
“So impatient.” His laughter spilled over her, and then he plunged his finger into her, pumping his hand between her legs. Hard, fast, demanding. “Can’t say I’m not far behind you. Alana, I want you under me and then on top of me. You’re so tight. I’ll loosen your sweet pussy up and then you can ride me, baby. Fuck my brains out.”
“Wishful thinking,” she gulped, unable to comprehend why it was easier to slip into a biting repartee with him. “If you think you’ve anything left after last night. I for one am certain you’re sorely mistaken. You might be running in the red where grey cells are concerned.”
With a cocked brow, Jon stopped finger-fucking her. His hands gripped her thighs, wedging open her legs. “What did I tell you? Still with the mouth, Ms. St. James. There’s a tremendous difference in pillow talk and sounding off in this manner. Should I fill that precious orifice of yours so you can’t spew in bitch blathering mode? We can always enjoy our last few moments together with my hand smacking that round little arse of yours. Afterwards, I can fuck you long and hard, giving you something to truly remember me by. Sound inviting, sweetheart?”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?” He tilted his head a fraction of an inch, giving him a wicked, daring expression, and she realized he more than likely yearned for her to say something—anything—that he could construe to make his case for an ass-smacking-farewell.
She swung her head from side to side, careful to keep her expression neutral. Having her ass spanked would hurt worse because she’d have a constant reminder of him without the ability to straddle his lap for relief. This was the last time, and the thought stabbed her.
Far better that she have fewer reminders of how incredible it was to have him thrusting into her. Over and over and over…but after this morning, not again.
Don’t. Go. There. Swallowing, she released the bubble of doubt swelling in her throat and acknowledged this was her band’s moment to garner a future. Not to shop for a sex partner. Fun and games. Not a thing more. The balancing of the equation was up to her. She exhaled, hoping to clear the clusterfuck of ideas and images congesting her brain. One last time. What did she want?
With a deep inhalation, she studied his face, his see-all sapphire blue eyes, and without further ado, she calmly whispered, “Fuck you.”
His jaw dropped open, but then he quickly recovered. A glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes. “That filthy mouth of yours is so enticing, but a promise is a promise.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m a man of my word, sweetheart.” He picked up a condom from the night table and ripped open the packet. He handled his dick with absolute precision in swathing himself in latex and then he was at her opening, gripping his cock with his hand. “Baby, here’s the recap: I’m going to fuck you, spank you, and then fuck you again. Then it’s on to the office.”


IT'S a BITCH # 3 releasing 2014


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