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Monday, 18 January 2016

Release & Review Blitz: Clubwhore by Kim Jones @authorkimjones

CLUBWHORE

Kim Jones

Available January 18th, 2016

Blurb

I’m that girl…

The girl every woman loves to hate.

The one your man dreams about.

I live up to my name…

CLUBWHORE.

And this is my story.

She needs something. Something Devil’s Renegade MC Sergeant at Arms Bryce is more than willing to give. But he’s not the kind of man who asks. He takes. And soon, he will take her. He’ll dominate her. He’ll captivate her. She’ll be his—no patches…no property…no titles.

Only her. Only him.

She thinks this is her story to tell.

It very well may be.

But he…is fixing to rewrite it.

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really liked it

After reading the blurb for this book, I was really intrigued as most MC reads are about the bikers themselves.

Delilah is a self confessed Clubwhore, and she loves doing what she does. Underneath it all, she is one damaged woman. Pain and sex is the way she copes through it all. She has no interest like most club girls to be an old lady.

Bryce is an alpha biker that you will love, he is strong, dangerous, damaged, but underneath it all he has a caring heart.

Although I found this story slow to start off with, as I kept on reading it just got better and better and really surprised me. This is the first book that I have read by this author and I look forward to reading more.

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Author Bio

Kim Jones is a writer with big dreams. Inspired by her personal experience inside the MC life, she’s chosen to write biker romance stories that are authentic—expressing the true meaning of brotherhood and the lifestyle of motorcycle clubs.

In 2013, Kim began her self-publishing journey. Saving Dallas, her first MC series, is based on the life of an influential president who juggles the pressures of the Devil’s Renegades Motorcycle Club, and the search for true love.

Taking the club life and her career a step further, Berkley will be releasing Sinner’s Creed, her second MC series, in March of 2016—an inside look into the life of a 1%er and his sacrifice for what he believes in.

Kim plans to continue to self-publish off her Saving Dallas series, and has signed a two book deal with Penguin-Random House for Sinner’s Creed. She resides in south Mississippi with her husband, Reggie, two dogs, a cat and a donkey.

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Hammered #1

Taryn Elliott & Cari Quinn

Releasing on January 19, 2016.

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My name is Hunter Jordan, lead singer of Hammered and no, I didn't name my cock Manaconda.

Rolling Stone did.

On the front cover of their damn magazine.

I still haven't lived it down. And now our record label wants to maximize the frenzy.

So, I have a brand new PR person–Kennedy McManus.

And she's making me insane.

I don't know whether to ignore her, yell at her, or push her up against the wall and kiss her smart mouth shut.

BEYOND OBLIVION - A Rockstar Romance full of sexy fun set within the world of our Lost in Oblivion series! You never know who you'll see show up in the books.

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Cover Reveal - The Hard World Tour Series by VF Mason @Author_VFMason

Title: Annabella's Oblivion

Series: Hard World Tour #1

By: V.F. Mason

Publication Date: February 3, 2016

Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

Sometimes love is our only salvation...

Annabella

My brother and I shared the unbreakable bond that held us through thick and thin.

Nick helped me to achieve my dreams and meet my best friends.

Our shared talents with girls allowed us to create one of the best rock bands of our generation.

We had it all.

Fame, money, freedom.

The future held nothing but endless possibilities for us, and I couldn't be happier.

Until the person I loved most, my brother, was gone.

And nothing was ever the same.

The Oblivion consumed me, and I never wanted to come back.

But then Nate Jackson decided to save me, and I was powerless to stop him from bulldozing into my life and make me live again.

Annabella’s Oblivion

Prologue

Annabella When you lose someone you love, you want to scream as you fall to your knees, begging for anything to release the pain. People say, once you let it all out, you’re finally able to accept the fact that the person you love is gone and you can proceed with the funeral and the grieving. They say time heals everything and makes us remember those we lost only with smiles and good memories, and all the bad things fade away. Well, you know what? It’s all fucking bullshit. Time doesn’t heal shit; it just makes you deal with the painful reality that they’re never coming back. There is no scream. The minute you get the news, all you hear is a deep buzzing sound in your ears and everything around you is just quiet, as if you were in a vacuum. Funerals and seeing the body? Makes you loathe it even more and get angry at all those people who think they know better, who give you that pitiful stare and tell you someday everything will be all right. They promise to be there for you and always offer their support. That was a fucking lie, too. No one’s here with me right now. I lie in bed all alone and the pain doesn’t go away. That, I guess, is the whole point to being in rehab. “Bella, you are fucking using, and you want me to let you go on with it?” “Take her to a center. She is a fucking druggie.” “Have you thought for a second how Nick would react to this?” I hear all those voices in my head every time I try to relax. There is no getting away from them, or from those people who think they understand. They think they’re allowed to judge. Well, they fucking aren’t. They don’t know what it’s like to be me and deal with the pain when you have to smile for the press or perform on stage. No, they fucking don’t, and I hate them for judging me. Drugs, they were my friends. For just a moment, they allowed me to see him, to imagine and talk to him. I was able to laugh and experience a slight joy because he was here every time I took another dose. They took it away from me and thought I would deal with the grief. How can I ever deal with it? The person I loved most, the one who always believed in me, who was there for me when I wanted to explore my talent and go big, who saved me from the blows of our father, he’s gone. He is never coming back. He can never hug me and tell me it’s going to be okay, because nothing can be okay for me anymore. I want him here with me, but at the same time, I know he would have been disappointed in me. He would never take drugs or approve of me doing something so bad either. He hated them because they destroyed our parents, and he helped kids like us make a different choice. There is one vivid memory of him and me, when I was five and he was ten, and we walked around the park with just our sweaters and coats as protection against the biting wind, even though our coats were old and didn’t do much to keep us warm. I had wanted to see the park and he showed me. My teeth chattered from the cold, so he removed his coat with the intention of placing it on me. “No, Nick! It’s freezing!” He held me close as I tried to get away, because as cold as I was, I didn’t want him to suffer. And if he became sick, there was no medicine to heal him. Our parents spent what little money they had on the alcohol and didn’t give a thought to their kids. Nick ignored my arguments and placed his jacket on me. “It’s okay. I feel better knowing you are protected.” It made me cry, but he just smiled and hugged me. He was my hero. There wasn’t a time in my life when he didn’t put me and my needs first. He’d attended every one of my concerts and even arranged my music deal. He will always be my hero. But he’s gone. He is gone forever. How can I live in a world where he no longer exists? How is it possible to breathe in a world where my big brother, the only family I’ve ever had, doesn’t exist? He is gone, and sometimes, I wish like hell I could have gone with him, that it would have been me who’d died in that car accident all those months ago. It should have been me who laid on the table, my body cold and lifeless. They say atonement comes one way or another, or the guilt eventually vanishes. That’s fucking bullshit, too. I’m a coward; I don’t want to live with the guilt. I want to live in my small fantasy-reality, where he’s alive. I know I’m probably as good as done with the band. There is no way the girls and Jeremy will let me stay after all this; plus, how can they ever trust me? They shouldn’t, because as much as I love what I do—what we do—if I had the choice again between them and that life, and drugs and my brother, I would choose Nick in a heartbeat. My name is Annabella Katherine Hastings. I’m the lead singer of one of the most famous girl rock bands in the world, a fan favorite of many—supposedly with the voice of an angel—and I’ve recently become a druggie. Welcome to my world.

Title: Jane's Surrender

Series: Hard World Tour #2

By: V.F. Mason

Publication Date: February 3, 2016

Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

Sometimes love is our greatest fear...

Jane

I never really believed that love could heal until my parents adopted me. They showered me with love and attention, and through them I met my three best friends.

Our mutual talents allowed us to create a band that became one of the most popular rock bands in our generations.

We had everything, yet my heart longed for one thing.

Love.

I dreamed about the Knight in shining armor who would come and sweep me off my feet.

One day, I finally met him.

Only to be crushed when he fell in love with my best friend.

I gave up on love, deciding that happily ever after wasn't for everyone.

Until Drake came into my life and made my head spin.

Drake

I always knew that I’d recognize the girl who is supposed to be mine from the first moment of meeting her.

Jane came into my life spontaneously, and we spend one amazing night filled with passion, laughter, and fun.

On the next day, she was gone.

My girl wanted nothing to do with me.

However, I was there to show her that no matter what a man never gives up on the woman he wants and some things are worth fighting for.

Jane’s Surrender

Chapter 1

The night that changed everything

Las Vegas, Nevada

March, 2013

Jane, 21 years old “Come on, Jane. Live a little!” Ariel shouted in my ear and gave me yet another shot of tequila, and I just rolled my eyes. The girl was crazy, but she probably didn't give a shit. That made me smile, especially when I thought about all the things she did in life. I shook my head and moved the shot to the side. I didn’t feeling like drinking, and maybe I just wasn’t in the mood. We were in a crowded Las Vegas nightclub, where the music was so loud you had to shout to be heard, and the booze was flowing. This club was one of the most exclusive places in the city. We paid a lot of money to get into the VIP lounge, and even I had to admit the design was fabulous. The lounge’s golds and reds were mesmerizing as they glittered vividly from the colorful club light. A big chandelier with crystals sparkled, emphasizing its beauty. On the huge dance floor with fog and lights, people danced and brushed against each other, drunk and out of control. The DJ above, wearing headphones, his eyes closed, moved his arms to the beat of the song. He appeared to be unaware he was in the crowded room. The bar was filled with eager, slightly tipsy people who wore designer clothes. Comfortable couches were scattered around the space. The friendly staff consisted of long-legged sexy waitresses in short black uniforms, black stockings, and high heels. The bartenders were seriously hot guys with cocky smiles and flirty winks. They wore leather pants and tight shirts, which gave the women customers a good look at their amazing chests, and probably contributed to very good tips from the horny ladies. The club had some of the best dancers in the world. A few cages hovering above the floor were filled with graceful, hot women who alluringly danced to the songs and did wonders with the ropes. I found it hard not to be jealous of their flexibility. The club, Resisting Me, opened a few months back, and quickly became a hit. No one knew much about the owners, but a rumor hinted at twin brothers who liked to get their kinks behind closed doors. We’d been dying to go for ages, so I had no clue why I felt out of sorts. Sam, Bella, and Megan danced wildly. Their arms waved above their heads while they shook their asses to the music. Several guys moved in closer, but my friends didn't pay any attention to them. They were too into girls’ night to mess with the guys, and besides, they promised Nick to behave. Nick was Bella’s brother, or rather the brother of the whole band, and long-time boyfriend of Megan. He was crazy about his girl, and it took us some time and bribes to convince him to let her go unwind a little with us. I was glad she was enjoying herself. However, that meant no sex for the girls. Well, at least not in the club. I knew the girls would find a way to sneak some guys into the hotel rooms. None of them wanted anything serious, but they loved to unwind sometimes, and who could blame them? I would have done it too, if only I could. Ariel sighed in frustration, pinned her hair in a knot on top of her head, and moved closer. She took a sip of her drink and then pointed a finger at me. “You aren’t having fun at all. This is our night out, and for the first time since we became famous, we don’t have to hide. It took us ages to convince everyone to let us go out, and here you are making me mad.” Her finger jabbed into my arm. Vicious creature. Nonetheless, her words were filled with truth. We became famous three years ago. The minute the world heard our group, Hard World, we became an overnight sensation. Millions of likes on YouTube, platinum albums, tours, multi-million dollar contracts, everything a successful rock band wanted, which also included wild wrap parties, exclusive hotels, and vacations. We enjoyed luxury life at its best. That, however, had two sides, because it meant we had to be extremely careful what we did and where we did it. We couldn't exactly go to regular places and have fun all the time. Especially because Jeremy, our manager, had a hissy fit about it. He hated all those parties. By the way, he was usually clenching his fists, drinking himself into oblivion, and giving the stink eye to all of Sam’s bed partners; you didn't have to be a genius to figure out why. “How am I making you mad?” I asked. Her beautiful emerald eyes held disbelief. She just shook her head and threw back another shot. Ariel was a thing of beauty, an hourglass body with curves that made men turn their heads, long, red curly hair, which shined like fire on a bright sunny day, and those eyes of hers. No wonder men all over the world went crazy for our little mermaid. “Because you’re grumpy and refuse to drink or dance,” she pouted. “I’m not. I’m just a bit tired; that’s all.” It was a flat out lie, and she probably knew it, but after a long hard stare, she let it go. It was for the best too. I wasn't about to share everything, because there was no point in doing it. Although the four of us were the closest friends possible, we sort of had two camps inside the group. Sam and Bella shared a special bond, while Ariel and I shared another. That’s why we were always attuned to each other’s mood swings and everything else. “Fine. Are you gonna go then?” “Yep. I need some good sleep.” I leaned closer and kissed her on her soft cheek. “I’ll buy your favorite cookies.” “Carbs for more curves? No, thanks,” she snorted, gulping one more shot and flashing me a picture of her in workout clothes on her Instagram page. “After all, I have a fitness blog going on for curvy women. I can’t eat them.” “Chocolate chip cookies, babe.” She narrowed her eyes, raised her chin slightly, and looked at me suspiciously. “How many?” Ah, I knew it would be easy to bribe her. I moved closer to her, and whispered in her ear, “Five.” She glanced around, nodded, and we shook hands. “It’s a deal. But keep it quiet. The walls have ears.” I swear if people heard what my friends and I talked about, they would think we needed to be locked up. “Pinky swear.” She rolled her eyes, and said, “Just go.” Then she blew me a kiss. “Yeah, just don’t be mad,” I replied. Her attention was already on the hot-looking guy on the dance floor, who was making his way toward her. She flashed him a cocky smile and licked her red, lipstick-covered lips. Looked like she had found her prey for the night. I made my way through sweaty bodies, people who were kissing, and several drunks who wanted to play grab ass, but were quickly shut down by the security guys who removed them. Near the exit, the wall was made of several small mirrors, which created some kind of weird art composition. It was hard not to notice myself in the reflection, not that there was much to look at. There wasn't a lot to admire about me. I was skinny, but my firm ass was often noticed. My dull brown eyes were framed by black hair cut in a bob. I wore biker-chick clothes, because I loved bikes. My body sported several tattoos. I was plain, just like my name implied. Every damn magazine in the world made it their mission to point out how funny and out of place I was among all the beauties in my band. It hurt the first time, and—who was I kidding?—it still did, but I had to accept it. I wasn't about to show weakness to anyone, especially the paparazzi. Finally, outside, I breathed the fresh spring air and loved the way the breeze calmed and cooled my body. Las Vegas was beautiful in its own way: all those lights, casinos, and interesting buildings. Everywhere, people had fun, and it was a good change from our busy New York life. People smiled, waved, and took pictures. Some of them were seriously drunk, but still laughed their asses off. The tourists were dressed in colorful Hawaiian shirts, and the locals in suits or jeans. What made the majority of the people in this city different was the excitement that shone in their eyes and the aura of adventure around them. My attention was on my surroundings, so the push from behind that made me fall forward came out of nowhere. My heart racing, I was just about to land on the hard concrete when strong, masculine hands caught me from the front and held me tight, saving me from a painful fall. “Sorry, hun, didn’t see you there.” I looked back at a young guy who wasn’t older than mid-twenties as he gave me an apologetic smile. The bump was an accident, not anything to get angry about. It could have been a lot worse had it not been for the guy who caught me. I gave him a reassuring smile and opened my mouth to speak, but I wasn't given the chance as the chest under my palms vibrated from the stranger’s raspy voice. “Maybe next time, you’ll pay better attention to where you’re going.” His voice was deep, husky, and masculine, and surprisingly, it sent shivers down my spine all the way to my toes. The guy who accidently pushed me paled, mumbled something under his breath, and quickly took off running. Curious, my eyes moved up, and my breathing stopped for a second. He was tall; his wide shoulders blocked my view behind him, almost as though I was standing in front of a wall. He was rather bulky, his arms muscled, evident by the way his black shirt stretched over them. My hands moved of their own accord over his brick-hard chest. Instantly, my palms tingled; I moved them away quickly and stepped back. Somehow, the move was like losing my anchor. What the hell was that? I finally looked at his face. He had the deepest, most beautiful sapphire eyes I’d ever seen. Those glorious eyes were surrounded by long lashes and set into his perfect, handsome face. His shaggy blond hair fell to just below his ears but didn't reach his shoulders. His kind smile brought attention to his full lips. He gazed down at me with an expression in his eyes I didn’t understand, because no one had ever looked at me that way. I’d never met a man like him, and I didn't understand my body’s reaction to him. I had visions of his naked skin against mine, two bodies entwined in bed, making love for hours. I found it hard to breathe. “Thank you,” I whispered. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He gave me a half smile and moved forward. I fought the need to step back, because it seemed like he was a predator and I was his prey. His whole attention was focused on me, his eyes narrowed. “Don’t move back from me, sweetheart,” he growled. “I don’t know you. Don’t call me that.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me back on his chest, resurrecting that electrifying feeling of his presence. His body was as hot as summer in Texas, and his tanned skin made me want to run my fingers over it. “What do you want me to call you then?” he whispered against my lips, which were a hair’s breadth away. “I...I don’t know,” I gasped. What was this? What was I doing? He was a stranger on the street, and I was in his arms feeling like he was the only one who could give me oxygen. Before any of this could make sense to me, he lowered his head and covered my lips with his. It was like the world stopped. And I was left alone with him in it. He slowly nipped my lips then licked and sucked on the lower one, which made me moan, a perfect opening for him to deepen the kiss. This was our first kiss. All I knew about kisses was that they were gentle and tender. The few guys I let kiss me were shy, and they didn’t really make my toes curl, but their kisses were nice. They weren't passionate, because I simply didn't inspire those feelings in men. Those kisses seemed dull and uninteresting compared to the one from the stranger. His kiss was deep, passionate, hard, and painful. It seemed as though he wanted to devour my mouth and leave his imprint on me, like he was marking me for everyone to see and punishing me at the same time, but for what, I didn’t know. He guided his tongue into my mouth, making me shiver and shyly answer his kiss, which earned me another growl. Following his lead allowed me to learn those kind of kisses, and I never wanted them to stop. My whole body was on fire, and for the first time in my life, I felt heat between my thighs, and my nipples got hard from the contact with another person. When my lungs burned from lack of air, he released my lips. We were both breathing heavily, and our eyes were still locked on each other. “Beautiful.” The word was like cold water washing over me, and I was suddenly aware of everything happening around me. His compliment wasn't the truth, and it broke the spell. I hated that he had kissed me, but it was hard not to want more. For one damn minute, I believed in magic again. But the real world and memories forced me back from my fantasy world to land on my ass. Hard. “I need to go.” I had to get out of there, from him and a situation I didn't understand, which confused me. Everything was blurry, and I just wanted to run away. That wasn't right. That wasn't me. I’d never reacted to men like I did him; I just never liked guys, period. Except Jeremy, but thinking about him made my heart ache, so I didn’t. I’d already met the man of my dreams and knew he loved someone else, so I had to live with that. I wasn’t looking for love. I was done.

V.F.Mason always loved reading books and had quite a few fights with her momma over the genre she liked (romance, duh!) She studied filmmaking and thought that would feed her desire for stories, but that didn't happen. Finally, when she was tired of all those voices in her head, she sat down and wrote a book. It was a huge decision to make and she thanks her friends and family for supporting her in it. When she is not writing, she can be found with her friends doing all sorts of crazy things or reading recent romance books that were written by her favorite authors.

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Cover Reveal: Corrupted by Alexis Noelle @_alexisnoelle_

Title: Corrupted

Series: Deathstalkers MC #1

Author: Alexis Noelle

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: February 22, 2016 Cover Design: Cover Me Darling

I’m being hunted.

Prey left defenseless.

I need to hide.

They can’t find me.

They’ll kill me if they do.

When Lucy decided to run nowhere to go. They were coming for her. She needed protection, but she had no one to help her. Until she came across the warehouse of the Deathstalkers MC, she begged them for protection. Now she owes them her life and her loyalty. Her family will never end their search for her, she is a piece of property that needs to be recovered at any cost necessary. Sometimes there are worse things than needing to hide for the rest of your life, like being found.

Sometimes the obvious evils aren’t the ones you need to fear.

Alexis Noelle lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with her husband, and three kids. On top a writing career, she is a full-time student and a full-time mom. She loves spending time with her kids, although she has to hide the computer from them when she is writing! She love being active and being outdoors, especially if it involves any kind of shopping.

She has always been passionate about writing. She loves to read romance books and feels like being able to lose yourself in a book is one of the more exciting aspects. The books she loves to read and write will be ones that make you feel for the characters. Ashley believes that you should have an opinion on every character in a book whether you love them, hate them, or think they are up to something.She also believes that the most important critic is your reader, so she loves to hear from the readers. She want her fans to be open & talk to her about what they want for the characters in the story, and what they would like to see happen.

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Title: Love Or Money

Author: Elizabeth Roderick

Genre: Erotic Thriller

Release Date: January 12, 2016

Synopsis

There’s a price to pay for living the fast life…

Gabriella Hernandez—known to her friends as Riel—almost wishes she could stay in prison. At least there she has steady meals, and a girlfriend who loves her. Even a cold cell is better than what’s waiting for her on the outside. The only people she looks forward to seeing in her normal life are her sister, Lizette, and her green-eyed best friend and former drug-running partner, Evan.

Drugs, danger, and a hot spark of romance…

Upon release, Riel has no choice but to go back to work for her brother-in-law, Isaias. This time, instead of running drugs, he forces her to work in his strip club where she gets a lousy ten percent of her tips. The daily dose of threats and coercion chains her to this place. And, if she makes a run for it, she’d be abandoning everyone she loves. With Isaias’ spies and henchmen everywhere, there’s nowhere to run.

A crooked cop, a setup, and hope for a real life…

Evan is able to smuggle her out of the city, but it isn’t long before Riel’s fears come true. After a bloody shootout with Isais’ men lands Evan at death’s door, it’s up to her to get them out of this deadly game, and into the quiet life they’ve always wanted. With the help of a crooked cop and the FBI, she concocts a plan. If it succeeds, Isaias goes to prison for life, and she and Evan get immunity from prosecution. If she fails, she may die—along with Evan, her sister, and countless others.

With eyes all over and the FBI involved, will Riel pull off the sting operation? Or will they all go down in a blaze of drugs and gunfire?

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really liked it

I enjoyed the storyline. This was a good book to read and enjoy. This was a new author for me to read and am looking forward to more of this author's work. The book was intense and a page turner. I couldn't put it down. Riel was in jail for her brother in law and she wishes she could stay there. Riel meets an undercover cop and things start to get intense between Riel and her brother in law and an undercover cop. This was a good book to enjoy.

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Excerpt

She turned her chair around and beckoned with a manicured hand. “Come on,” she said. Riel blinked, not quite allowing herself to hope, and Laina smiled the way Riel liked, her face lighting up. “I promise I’ll be nice. I was just going to give you a lap dance lesson, unless it makes you uncomfortable.” She snorted. “I guess we could call it safety training.”

Riel smiled for real. “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable,” she said too quickly, and her cheeks got hot.

“Well, come on then.”

She went over shyly, and Laina took her hand. Riel’s skin tingled where it touched hers.

“Sit down,” Laina said, her lips quirking wryly.

She did, straddling the other dancer and lowering herself onto her lap. Riel’s breath caught in her throat. Laina’s beautiful breasts were pressed up against hers, and her fascinating lips were only inches away.

“Giving a lap dance isn’t hard,” Laina said, “but there is a sort of art to it. You want to get the guy off as quick as possible, so you can get your money and…well…” Her blue eyes filled with pity.

“So Isaias can get my money, and I can move on to the next nasty pervert,” Riel said, and Laina winced.

“I’m sorry, Riel, that’s such bullshit about the money.”

“It’s okay,” Riel said, smiling faintly. “Just show me how to do this.”

Laina returned the smile. “Every man is a little different. You have to maintain eye contact, watch his face to see what he likes, how he likes it…some like you to rub up against them slow, some like it fast. Some want you to giggle and bounce, some want you to purr. You get a feeling for what they want after a while, even at first glance. Then it becomes sort of like a game, like acting, and it’s fun, really. At least when they smell okay.” She wrinkled her nose.

Riel looked into Laina’s beautiful, blue eyes, which were the color of the sky in early spring. There was more kindness in them than there had been when they first met, but they were still distant, cold; Riel could sense the wall Laina built around her feelings, and she wanted that wall to crumble. Gently, she pressed her pussy up against Laina’s, through the layers of spandex and denim. A wave of heat coursed through her, and she wondered what it would feel like if they were both naked. She pressed harder, moving her hips in slow circles. She felt herself get wet, and a mischievous grin rose to her face. “Like this?” she asked.

Laina’s pupils grew larger, and she blinked. A faint, lopsided smile flitted over her lips. “Not bad.”

About The Author

ELIZABETH RODERICK grew up as a barefoot ruffian on a fruit orchard near Yakima, in the eastern part of Washington State. After weathering the grunge revolution and devolution in Olympia, Washington, Portland, Oregon and Seattle, she recently moved to the (very, very) small town of Shandon, California: a small cluster of houses amidst the vineyards of the Central Coast.

She earned a bachelor’s degree in Spanish from The Evergreen State College in Olympia, Washington, and worked for many years as a paralegal and translator. She is a musician and songwriter, and has played in many bands. She’s rocked pretty much every instrument, including some she doesn’t even know the real names for, but mostly guitar, bass and keyboards. She has two albums of her own, which you can listen to at pimentointhehole.com. She writes fiction novels for young adults and adults, as well as short stories, and keeps an active blog at pimentointhehole.com/blog.

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