Saturday, September 15, 2018

Jamaican Vibration - mfm menage

Jamaican Vibration ~ m/f/m menage


releases 9/22/18
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Jamaican-Vibration-mfm-menage-romance-ebook/dp/B07H2M1CNL
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/jamaican-vibration/id1435105417

“We can’t have a real family on tour.”
“I can’t give up Caribbean Climax, even for family.”
“And I can’t give up Jonathan.”

But what would she have to give up, to keep him?

Blurb
Having grown up in foster care, Latasha looks forward to a stable happily-ever-after with K.C., her Jamaican boyfriend. But his band, Caribbean Climax, is flat broke. When Jonathan Lance, CEO of Third Mountain Coffee, propositions her for one paid night of ecstasy, she does it for her and K.C.’s future.

Jonathan has admired Latasha from afar since the day he met her, but his company comes first. His father, who controls part of it, would never approve of an interracial relationship. After the business transaction, however, emotional ties remain, and Latasha is torn between two men who differ in every way.

And when the unthinkable happens, will her choice be easier—or impossible?


sequel to Jamaican Temptation

Excerpt (Jamaican Vibration - copyright Afton Locke 2018)
“Would losing your precious company really be the end of the world?” She crossed her arms. “Couldn’t you work for someone else? Over half the people on this island would be happy to have a regular job. Including me.”
He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You’re right. Latasha, I’m sorry.”
“If you’re so uptight about the interracial thing, why did you enter into a relationship with K.C. and me? A ménage would really freak the old man out. Am I wrong?”
“I don’t know. It just felt easy. Less pressure on me. Safer than a one-on-one relationship.”
She huffed out a breath. “Safer? That’s funny. I don’t feel safe at all. I’ve got two men, and today I find out neither one really wants me because of their precious careers.”
Their server appeared. “Would you care for some dessert?”
“No, thank you,” she replied, standing so abruptly she bumped the table. “I’ve lost my appetite.”
The waiter laid down the check and scurried off as if sensing trouble.
Jonathan stood, too, and placed a restraining hand on her arm. “Latasha, calm down. Please don’t make a scene.”
“Don’t worry,” she said in a low voice. “I wouldn’t dream of staining your precious white reputation.”
After Jonathan paid the check, she managed to leave the restaurant with dignity. It would be the last time she ever shared a meal with mister white supremacist.
“Take me home,” she said when they reached his SUV.
He opened the door for her. “I thought we’d go to my place for a while. You can even spend the night if you want.”
She hopped onto the leather seat, which felt softer than melted butter against her thighs. “Why? So you can enjoy my body in private and tell your father I’m just a hired hand?”
He closed her door and got in on the driver’s side. “Latasha, be reasonable. Making love is a private act. It would be good for us to try it without K.C.”
“K.C.,” she spat. “He’s probably doing some groupie right now. You know what? I hate both of you.”
“Do you, now?” He chuckled as he set his key fob on the center console. “Then show me.”
She glanced over at him. “What do you mean?”
“You’re right. I’m a selfish bastard, just like my father. Show me how much you hate me.”
He breathed hard, fogging the windows, which were already privacy tinted and spotted with rain. She replied by gripping the lapel of his jacket and squeezing until it crumpled in her fist.
“You’re ruining my suit,” he said, not sounding put out about it at all.
“To hell your suit, and your precious money.” She gave it a tug, which pulled his face closer to hers.

While rain tapped the windshield, his gaze bored into hers—igniting her from limb to limb. She kissed the mouth that had been so serious and grim all evening. She kissed it hard. Until her own lips crushed against her teeth from the pressure.



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Sunday, March 25, 2018

Mission of Pleasure

Will Zenda choose her tribe or pleasure?



Blurb
Gavin Douglas joins a Scottish mission as a carpenter to escape painful memories of his wife’s death from a back-alley abortion she tried to keep secret from him. The last thing he expects to find in Africa is instant attraction to a native.

For the past year, Zenda has devoted her time to Claymore Missionary, secretly erasing everything taught to her tribe’s children to prevent them from becoming whitewashed. Nothing else matters except claiming her tribal identity as a woman. But before her eagerly awaited rite of passage can take place, Gavin lays his own claim on her body, igniting desires she can’t face losing.

Gavin is horrified to learn of the physical transformation—and associated risks—she insists on undergoing. When he realizes his biggest loss may be yet to come, his only mission is to teach Zenda pleasure.


Daughters of Africa ~ African women who shaped the world and the men who love them

Excerpt (erotic)
To his utter shock, Zenda grabbed the hem of her robe and lifted it up her legs and torso. Dumbstruck, he watched as it sailed over her head and landed neatly onto the nearest rock. Nothing remained on her body except her necklace and a brief loincloth.
Fully revealing her breasts. Tipped on the ends with nipples as dusky as soot, they made the most perfect picture he’d ever seen. A sudden weight pressed against his whirlygigs until he feared they might explode.
How could a girl who’d shied away from kissing flaunt her bare breasts as if they were no different than her elbows? He clearly had a lot to learn about Africans…
To cool his burning crotch, he waded in with her. Remembering the mission rules and the boy with the spear, he decided to leave his clothes on. Besides, he didn’t know what kind of sharp-toothed creatures might be lurking in the murky-brown pool.
Her chest looked even lusher with rivulets of water forming pearly webs across her dark skin. She couldn’t expect him not to touch her. The calm surface of the pond rippled as he scampered across the moss-slickened rocks underfoot.
She backed up a step, much more gracefully than he. When her eyes widened, he almost glanced over his shoulder to see if a lion crouched nearby. Until he realized the creature she feared was him. A dragonfly landed on her shoulder, flexing its lacy wings, ready to fly away at any moment.
What was she trying to do? Lure him into doing something that might get him into trouble? He’d broken the mission’s anti-lust rule today many times over. After all, he was a white man, the enemy. And she’d made it clear she didn’t care for the whites moving into her land and changing everything.
But a man had only so much self-control, and his had just run out. After locking an arm around her waist, he pulled her body into his and clamped his mouth on the peak of one breast. The dragonfly darted off, buzzing past his head.
Her sharp grunt raised the hair on his arms. Because he didn’t know if she’d done it from fear or pleasure. And what really shocked the hell out of him? He didna care.
She dug her fingernails into the back of his wet shirt as he sucked the other firm peak between his lips. His jaw convulsed, causing him to nick her puckered flesh with his teeth. She grunted again and churned the water into a frenzy with her flailing limbs.
He backed her against a half-submerged mangrove tree, grinding her soft pelvis against the curved root until the latter creaked and damn near snapped. He tugged on his belt, a heartbeat away from releasing his cock and spearing her with it.
Good God. I’m acting like a savage beast!
How could they exchange prayers about trees one moment and end up this way the next? He had no idea he’d been carrying around such pent-up needs. Never before had he felt such burning lust for any woman—of any color. Maybe he’d better head back to port and find a place where he’d be safer and saner. A place with no women.
With a wrench, he pulled himself from her. She wasted no time throwing herself at him, like a cougar leaping from a tree branch, until he fell into the water.
Sputtering, he surfaced for air. “What the hell did you do that for?”
She cradled her hardened, wet nipples in her pale palms, which didna slake his lust one damn bit.
“Y-you attacked me!”
“And you asked for it,” he said, still gasping from the water he’d choked on below. “Parading around in front of me half naked.”
She gazed down at her upturned breasts, understanding dawning on her face.
“Where I come from, lassie, you’re indecently exposed.”

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Mission-Pleasure-Daughters-Africa-Book-ebook/dp/B07BD58KWW/
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Saturday, March 17, 2018

Mystic Realms - Just Tell Me What You Want by Tina Donahue


A Limited-Edition Collection of Paranormal &
Urban Fantasy Romances

What goes bump in the night? What causes you a fright? While the answers for each may vary, I promise that these stories will not leave you wary.
From vampires and demons to shifters and creatures that you’d never suspect, this set will leave you breathless in the best possible ways.
So, don’t be afraid. Come, step inside our realm. Allow the mysticism of romance in many shapes and forms fall over you like a veil of sweet, soothing, spine tingling comfort.
We promise…you won’t be sorry.



Purchase Links:  
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Featured Stories
Secrets of the Hollows (Book 2) by Nicole Morgan
What’s a girl to do once she falls in love with a demon?


Fallen by Tamsin Baker
Gabriel thought he’d do anything to earn his way back into Heaven. He was wrong.


Cursed by Tracy Goodwin
Forbidden love. Dangerous prophecies. Limitless power. Fate is a witch.


Avenging Aingeal (Protectors of the Earth 1) by Lynn Crain
Bound by vengeance, she is humanity’s one hope…


Her Fate, His Mate (Wolves of Windsor Woods) by Krista Ames
Can she accept all he is and all he stands for?


Sleeping in the Dragon’s Den by Lexi Thorne
His Hungry Dragon My Curious Desire
His Tattoo Curse My Wet Dreams


Dark Side of the Moon by Laura Baumbach
Vampire rentboy vs. the world.


Angel Vindicated by Viola Estrella
Some sins are hard to avoid...


A Wolf’s Touch by Christine Donovan
Can she love him--wolf and all?


Dr. Magic (Vampire Island, Book 1) by Jo Grafford
One more dance with the devil...


Dark Heat by Jan Springer
Betrayed by her two forced mates, she hides within Vampira.


Torkel by Mardi Maxwell
Love unites them in the mists of time.


Silent Storm by Sadie Carter
Sometimes the monster is the good guy...


Tangled Sin by Georgia Lyn Hunter
She was the light in his eternal darkness...


Seduction’s Scent by C.I. Black
Giving in to temptation threatens everything.


Ghost Mate by D. Anne Paris
She was going to kill him even though he was already dead.


Living on the Edge (Clan Book 1) by Laverne Thompson
Mate wanted. Dead or alive.


The Warrior’s Curse by M. Elliott & T. Eden
What comes next may be the end of it all.


Three Days From Hell by Dariel Raye
Can a permanent resident of Third Hell be trusted?


Just Tell Me What You Want by Tina Donahue

Her wishes will leave him breathless…


Her wishes will leave him breathless

Things couldn’t be worse for Ranson, an out-of-work genie. Once coveted for his ability to grant wishes, he and his kind are reduced to commodities and subsist on gig jobs through an employment agency catering to elite clients.

Ranson’s recent masters and mistresses worked him to the bone before tossing him aside for newer, more advanced genies with specialized knowledge in rigging the stock market, getting candidates elected to office, changing the weather… Damn. He sucks at that stuff. His sole talent is granting wishes for women to retain their youth.

Alexandra Prescott, billionaire CEO of a film and TV conglomerate, is only twenty-nine but figures a genie can keep her looking good without surgery, a necessity in beauty-obsessed Los Angeles. Not sure what to expect when he arrives, she’s surprised how tall, virile, and luscious, he is. A real hottie and no pushover. Tired of the crap he’s put up with, he insists she treat him with respect, not merely as a service she’s rented.

She’s game and wants to get to know this bad boy. Up close and personal, they explore what they both crave: heated days, wicked nights, learning their strengths and weaknesses, touching each other’s souls. Wow.

They fall hard and fast, but in order to secure their future, there’s one last, nearly impossible hurdle they have to face…

Giveaway:


Monday, January 22, 2018

Wicked Times Two by Tina Donahue is double the fun!

Wicked Times Two by Tina Donahue
(A Wicked Brand Novel - Book 3)




(available for preorder – releases January 22)


Genre: erotic contemporary ménage

Series Blurb:

South Florida just got a helluva lot steamier… During the day, the staff at Wicked Brand makes ink dreams a reality for their appreciative clients. After hours, this naughty crew engages in sensual delights as wild as the designs they’re selling. Their motto? Nothing forbidden. Nothing held back. 

Wicked Times Two Blurb:

She’s through with love and just wants to have some wicked fun...

Burned by her cheating boyfriend, Jasmina is finished with the idea of forever after with any guy. That fairy tale doesn’t exist—at least not for her. From now on, protecting her heart and letting pleasure rule is her motto.

Lucky for her, she has the perfect men in mind. Noah and Kyle, two of the hottest cops in West Palm Beach. She hasn’t been able to get them out of her head since they handled an altercation at Wicked Brand, the tattoo parlor she manages. When they come back to get inked, sparks fly.

Noah’s ready to play, and Kyle’s on board. All they want is her—submission, bondage, spanking…no strings or regrets. Seductive days roll into steamy nights, igniting feelings the guys hadn’t expected and Jasmina can’t deny.


What began as a sensual adventure could turn into so much more…if Jasmina can risk a different kind of love.

Excerpt:

Kyle and Noah strode inside, wearing their cop authority like a second skin.
Jasmina fought dizziness, drawn to them effortlessly and recklessly.
Tor hurried past the guys and reached her first.
She ignored him.
Kyle’s fragrance wafted close, an intoxicating cedar and suede mixture. She struggled against taking another sniff, not wanting him to think she was weird, but it wasn’t easy to restrain her desire. The disillusionment in his eyes had faded, replaced by male interest…almost as if he couldn’t help himself.
Nice.
He smiled at her, the gesture easygoing yet confident.
She liked that.
Noah brought up the rear, his scent tobacco, with a hint of coffee and musk. One thousand percent male, like his assured bearing and attentive gaze.
Ambrosia to a woman who hadn’t had fun in months.
Her cheeks stung. So much for playing things cool. “Hey. What’s up?”
Kyle rubbed his mouth, but it didn’t entirely hide his smile.
Color darkened Noah’s face.
Jasmina had to keep from leaning over the counter to check out the prizes between their legs and asking if they were still seeing the women they’d brought to the wedding. Or maybe they had someone new? She hoped not. “Is everything going okay with the trial? Ethan didn’t bust out of jail, did he?”
Kyle laughed. “Nope.”
Noah chimed in. “He wouldn’t dare.”
Their voices rumbled; her lust spiked to overdrive. Calm down before you make a fool of yourself.
It wasn’t like her to become unglued around guys. She’d always been herself whether they enjoyed her personality or not. Of course, Noah and Kyle were the first men she’d been interested in post-Brad.
Maybe that’s why Tor stood to the side like a chaperone.
She knew she’d been in bad shape after being cheated on, but she didn’t like or need his intrusion and turned to him. “Can I do something for you?”
“I’m good.”
“Awesome.” She slapped on a smile and gestured to the waiting area. “Your client will be glad to hear that. He’s ready to get inked.” She lowered her voice. “He’s the elderly man wearing the bright orange shorts. Nice guy.”
She gave Tor the work order that detailed the tat the man wanted: a 3-D design on his left pec that depicted an opened zipper. From inside his heart, his late wife smiled at him.
The sweetest gesture Jasmina had ever seen. If only all guys were loyal to the ones they were supposed to love.
Wasn’t going to happen, especially to her.
With the forever-after fantasy in her rearview mirror, she was ready to cut loose and enjoy herself. Not once but twice. Wicked times two. She faced Noah and Kyle, attracted to both and eager to know what it would be like to be with them at the same time. A threesome was the safest way she knew to have fun and indulge in her carnal fantasies while also protecting her heart.
However, whether they would go for the idea or think she was crazy was a huge if.
They shot loaded gazes at Tor.
He fired one right back but collected his client.
“Hey, I’m Tor Avana.” He stuck out his hand. “Ward, is it? Nice to meet you.”
“Same here.” They shook. “Hope I’m not too old for this.”
Jasmina cut in. “Not at all. Go for it.” She gave him two thumbs-up.
He laughed softly.
“This way.” Tor gestured for Ward to take a seat in the front chair.
The poor man shrank back. “You’re going to tattoo me in public?”
“Sure.” Tor clamped Ward’s shoulder. “It’ll be fun.”
“Oh no, please.” He waved his hands. “I wouldn’t want anyone except Sheila seeing this old body.” He lifted his droopy shoulders. “She loved me. She didn’t mind how I looked.”
Jasmina’s throat tightened with emotion. “It’s okay. Tor can ink you in his workstation in the back. Totally private.”
Tor gave her a look. She gave him one right back, annoyed at his behavior today.
He ushered Ward down the hall but kept glancing over at her, Kyle, and Noah.
Jasmina recalled when she’d first started to date. A big thing, given she was the youngest in her family, not to mention the only girl with six brothers. Her mom and dad had been pretty cool about the whole thing, trusting their daughter to make the right choices and not to be a pushover for anyone. Her brothers were a different story.
Tor had shot the same look to Noah and Kyle that her brothers had given the guys she’d dated, which said, “Back off.” Until Brad had messed with her heart and dignity, Tor had never questioned her good sense. She knew she’d been hell to live with around here, acting like a damn zombie. But that was in the past. She was ready to move on, and he should trust her to know her own mind. The last thing she needed was a damn bodyguard. She regarded Kyle and Noah. “Something bothering Tor?”
Kyle lifted his eyebrows slightly. A mellow response that told her nothing.
Noah showed no reaction, his mood reserved, thoughts masked, taking her in as though it was his right. Just as a cop would do. Pure authority.
If he behaved the same in bed…
A pleasant thrill ran through her, dulling the outside world. Sounds and colors faded.
For him to play Dom to her sub would be the absolute best. After he worked his wicked ways on her, Kyle would be there for comfort and tenderness. They could even switch things up, taking turns playing good cop and bad. To have their passion released at the same time…


About Tina:



Tina Donahue is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist writing passionate romance for every taste – “heat with heart” – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times, and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, RWA awards - Holt Medallion and NEC, and won a Book of the Year award. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.


You can find her online at:

Amazon author page: http://amzn.to/1ChWFkO
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Sweet ‘n Sexy Divas: http://bit.ly/1ChWN3K
Romance Books 4 US: http://bit.ly/1JPtfeS






Monday, January 15, 2018

Turning the Tide: A Siren's Revenge

Turning the Tide: A Siren’s Revenge by Afton Locke
Book #25 Wiccan Haus Series



Release Date: 19 January 2018
Stay tuned for reviews and more: http://www.aftonlocke.com/Siren.html

Buy Links:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0791CDSQQ/
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/turning-the-tide/id1335526123

Blurb
After a year of unemployment, Daphne Wells comes to Wiccan Haus to learn hydrotherapy for a new career as a healer. When her assigned patient turns out to be the sexy ex-boss who laid her off, resentment gets in the way of healing.

Giovanni Denaro arrives at Wiccan Haus, desperate to find a cure for the debilitating tension that threatens his high-level financial career. But after some intimate healing sessions, everything loses value except his need for Daphne’s forgiveness.

When a mermaid, filled with her own bitterness, offers Daphne a chance to get revenge on the man who ruined her life, will she dare to turn the tide?

Excerpt
Turning the Tide: A Siren's Revenge - Copyright © Decadent Publishing, 2018

Daphne’s heart accelerated, throbbing against the darkness around her. Much like her life, she couldn’t control anything on this lousy island, including the elevators. Next time, she’d take the stairs—if there were any.

Her senses converged on warm fingers, feather soft, brushing her cheek. Gripping more firmly. Harder. Then the mouth. Oh God, the mouth.

Giovanni’s lips followed the pattern of his fingers. Brushing softly at first. Then pressing into her flesh until she opened to him. When she stepped backward, her spine contacted the elevator wall. The handrail dug into her waist while his torso covered the front of her. His hands felt so hot on her bare shoulders. So why did she shiver?

How could she have forgotten how good he smelled? Warm and slightly spicy. Not like a high-level executive but best friend-turned-lover. Craving more, she inhaled to the depths of her lungs.

She heard and felt his fast, deep breaths, too. Oxygen rushed through her lungs, matching his pace. The small space they stood in had no boundaries. Walls, arms, hearts. They were all one.

“We c-can’t—” she uttered when she managed to twist her head away.

“Yes, we can,” he whispered. “We are.”

She’d forgotten how persuasive he could be. Despite its softness, his voice commanded her the way it did executives in the boardroom.

After drawing her closer, he inserted his tongue between her lips. It felt as if every muscle in her face had let go. She couldn’t keep him out—not that she wanted to.

You can’t stop me. I dare you to try.

Where readers can find me

Afton Locke is a USA Today Bestselling Author who prefers romantic fantasies to everyday reality. Fantasies take her to different times, races, places, and beyond. She lives with her husband, several unnamed dust bunnies, and a black cat that can be scary or cuddly, depending on the current book. When she’s not writing, Afton enjoys hiking, cooking, reading, and watching retro T.V.

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