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BOOK BLITZ ~ Thrills Ten Places (Sexy Ten #2 ) by Kariss Stone

   Title: Thrills Ten Places

Series: Sexy Ten #2

By: Kariss Stone


Publication Date: January 13, 2018
Genre: Erotica

#thrillstenplacestour

Can love break through the walls?

Intimacy in a grocery store, on the back of a bus, in the surf, a nightclub, a cable car. Just for starters! Businessman Eric Madison takes his and Charlotte’s ‘thrills’ sex to an all new high.

But Charlotte Castle’s feelings for him grow to the point where a casual affair is no longer enough. Even though she risks losing him, she has to let him know how she feels.

Will Eric overcome his fear of love and commitment or will Charlotte have to walk away from the only man she’s ever loved?

 

 

 


Chapter One

Charlotte Castle

He trailed a slow path of kisses over my stomach. My muscles clenched in toe-curling anticipation until he was there, massaging my slick, aching cleft with his hot tongue. “Come for me, angel,” he murmured against my flesh, his words uttered in that soft, lilting Brazilian accent that got me every time.

I gripped his hair as he sent me to the brink of ecstasy with every slide and twirl he made. I inhaled sharply, arched into him, wanting more, needing more. He glided his tongue around the lips of my sex, lapping at my clit until my body trembled.

His tongue went deeper into my slit, lapping and sucking and swirling while I moaned louder. My grip on his hair tightened, my body melted as I reached the pinnacle, about to soar

A deep voice sliced through my erotic dream. I blinked hard trying to recall where I was and realizing through the lust haze in my brain, I’d been asked a question.

Paul, my colleague in the Physics faculty readjusted his too-big spectacles as he stared at me, silent, waiting for my response. “Sorry, what was that?” I didn’t know why I was having this daydream in the staff room.

“I asked if you wish you were overseas again.”

Clearing my throat, I sat up straighter in my chair, hoping the heat in my cheeks and my no doubt dreamy look wouldn’t give me away. “Yeah, it would be great to travel again.”

“And sailing around the Greek Isles. Lucky you.” Paul turned his attention to their other colleague. “When are you going overseas again, Harold?”

While the men conversed, I thought about the amazing time I’d shared with businessman Eric Madison. It had been a whirlwind two months of mind-blowing sexual experiences with desserts in Australia and exotic locations around the world. But our affair had ended three weeks ago, after our last trystan orgy in a spa bath filled with jelly. Eric had promised to call the following week, keen to begin a new fantasy adventure. But he hadn’t called, and hurt swamped me.

“What do you think Charlotte?”

Paul again. It was nice he always included me in his conversations. “Sorry, what do I think about what?” I hadn’t meant to be distracted, usually I’m good at listening to people.   

Harold’s piercing grey gaze met mine before he grinned, as though he could see inside my head and was enjoying the show. “It seems your mind is a million miles away today. We wanted to know what you thought of that Fluid Dynamics article.”

Oh yes, I’d read that. “The results are remarkable. It’s certainly caught the attention of the public eye.” I rose from my place at the lunch table. “Will you excuse me for a moment, gentlemen?” Tightness coiled in my chest. I needed fresh air.

Once outside the Physics building, I let out a deep breath. Eric Madison. Thinking about him had caused me to flee the suddenly claustrophobic lunchroom. The radio silence was probably his way of giving me the hint he’d changed his mind, no longer keen to meet up for the next sexual adventure he had in mind. Well, I got the hint.

Unless he’s been busy and hasn’t had time to see you the rational part of my brain reasoned. Don’t forget he runs a successful renewable energy company, not to mention his BDSM clubs. And there was that embezzlement drama.

Of course, but not even a quick text to say Hi. I’ve been crazy busy but will call you very soon? Maybe I was asking too much.

Hurt bloomed within me. I was taking it harder than usual because I’d fallen in love with him, despite knowing he wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship. His fear of commitment hung between us like an impenetrable metal sheet, yet I had no idea why. His heart remained a closed book. I could only assume he’d been betrayed by a woman he loved. Or was there another reason to explain his commitment phobia?

Frustrated and angry, I decided as hard as it would be, I’d have to close that chapter of my life, even though a part of me would always love him. I didn’t like these feelings. Experiencing sadness and disillusionment when my ex boyfriend broke my heart a couple of years ago had been enough. I needed to protect my heart and not fall deeper. I would send Eric a text tomorrow and leave it at that, getting the closure I needed. Hopefully. I wouldn’t send a text now, choosing to wait until I was in a better head space. I didn’t want to lash out and be a total bitch, out of respect for all the wonderful things he’d done for me, all those amazing experiences…not to mention the fact he’d saved my life… 

***

Eric Madison

I switched off my computer after a fourteen hour day overseeing the production of a new type of solar panel, the first of its kind in Australia. It would revolutionize the energy industry. Rolling my head and shoulders, I rose to my feet, exhausted and in need of a good sleep. I hopped into my Audi and drove off into the busy Sydney traffic, thankful it was only a short trip to my apartment down by Circular Quay.

Twenty minutes later I slumped on the leather lounge with a beer in hand, switched on the TV and placed my feet on the coffee table, that same laid-back position I always adopted when not in my office. Yep. The bachelor life was great, no woman to tell me to get my shoes off the table. 

I flipped channels. The Simpsons. Charlotte laughing at one of Homer’s funny reactions. Memories of her flooded my mind―times we’d watched the show together. I’d been comfortable with her from the moment we’d met, but falling in love, being in a committed relationship were things I avoided, thanks to my parents. Even though she’d agreed to casual, never asking for anything more, I suspected Charlotte’s feelings for me ran deeper than she admitted to. But there was no way I was getting caught up in a serious relationship.  

As I got ready for bed, a text message sounded on my mobile phone. It was from Charlotte.

‘Hi Eric, hope you’re doing okay. I just wanted to say thanks for everything and I wish you all the best.’

I jerked up straight, my heart skipped a beat. This sounded like she was ending things with me. ‘Where’s this coming from?’ I texted back.

‘Now that we’re back in the real world and busy with our lives a new sexual adventure is probably not on the cards.

Okay, I didn’t know women that well, but was this veiled anger? ‘Do you want me to call you?’

She texted her reply. ‘No. There’s nothing to discuss. I just wanted to say thanks again for the amazing time we shared, and I wish you well. I hope you got that embezzlement drama sorted out and found the guy. All the best with everything. Bye.’

I surged to my feet, off-kilter, in unfamiliar emotional territory.

Frustrated, I slumped back down on the sofa and shoved a hand through my hair.  A big void opened in my chest. Loss swamped me like a tidal wave. I was the one who did the dumping. What do I do about this?   

A part of me knew if I’d called her I would have been tempted to see her straight away. I’d be vulnerable, and my control over my emotions could slip. I was always planning on calling her though. But I’d needed more time to deal with the various work issues. Still…I twisted my lips together. I could have at least sent her a text, even a quick ‘hi, am really busy but will contact you as soon as I can’.

Now she was saying goodbye. Something I wasn’t expecting. Would it be better if I let her go?

Could I let her go?

Okay. I could do two things. Call her and try to get us back on the same page, but I’d have to keep my deeper emotions in check. Or I could accept her wishes and let her walk out of my life. But God, I didn’t want that. She was too special to me.

Don’t make a decision now. Sleep on it.

Just then my mobile rang. My best mate Martin who was always there for me.

“Hey, mate, you still up?” Martin never worried about what time he called.

“Yeah.”

“So I ended up asking Liz out, and she said yes.”

Liz. Martin’s personal trainer. “That’s great. She seems really nice.”

“Yeah she is. But I’d like you to meet her for more than a minute. Can you come to the pub Friday night?”

“Um … yeah … yeah I guess…”

“Are you okay? You sound flat.”

Rubbing my tired eyes, I pondered how I should reply, not wanting to dwell on my emotions at ten-thirty at night. “Nothing’s wrong. Sorry, just tired.” Well that was true. “But I’m happy for you, Martin. I’d love to meet her, too.” Even though Martin’s ex-fiancée, Priscilla, had broken his heart six months ago, he still believed in love. I meant it when I said I was happy for him.

“You’ve heard from her, haven’t you?” Martin asked bluntly.

I knew he was referring to Charlotte. Were guys meant to be this perceptive?

“And I bet she’s not happy you haven’t called her.”

Exactly what I’d thought. I couldn’t lie to my best mate. “Yeah I heard from her. She sent me a text saying ‘thanks, it was nice knowing you, have a good life’, words to that effect.”

“Yep, she’s pissed. You should have called her by now, like I said.”

“Man, I’m too buggered to get into this with you. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” I disconnected the call and switched off my phone.

Lying awake in bed, I wasn’t able to get Charlotte out of my mind and heart despite the wall I’d built. But that didn’t mean anything. I simply missed her because I enjoyed her company. She’d become special to me, but past experiences prevented me from being in a committed relationship. I couldn’t open up to her. She wouldn’t get it. I only had to remember that night a year ago. I’d been drinking at the pub with my brother and his girlfriend and after a few beers told her why I’d sworn off love and serious relationships, thinking she’d understand. She’d been that type of person. Instead she’d given me this weird, puzzled look like I had rocks in my head, before laughing. ‘That’s a ridiculous reason. It makes no sense. You’ve got issues, man.’ If she could make me feel like a loser then any woman could, even Charlotte. No. I couldn’t give my heart to any woman. It was better to keep things fun and light with her and while I didn’t do commitment and love, I wanted to keep being around her. I loved her energy, and her personality. But I’d understand if she still wanted to walk out of my life because I couldn’t give her promises and roses and the happily ever after.

 

And with her text she’d pretty well done just that.

 



Simone Cooper
, writing as Kariss Stone for her erotica books, has always been a romantic and knew from an early age creative writing was her passion, and that she wanted to be a writer. She loves everything about love and writing and romance in all its glorious forms, and has a natural passion for erotica, because as she says it’s fun and exciting to ‘live out’ any sexual fantasy you want!

Simone lives on the Central Coast of NSW in a small flat with her beautiful man and their adorable but cheeky cat Ralph, who is the apple of their eye. When she’s not writing herself, she loves immersing herself in romance and erotica books and is addicted to any romance reality show on TV.

Saddened by all the animal cruelty in the world, she donates regularly to many animal charities. Her dream is to set up an animal rescue refuge when she retires.

Her first published book was an erotica short story called ‘Lust to the Night’, which describes in detail the first night of sex between the hero and heroine of ‘Dessert Ten Ways’ which is the first book in her ‘Sexy Ten’ series.

Simone has also written a sweet romance called ‘The Ghost of his Past’ which is part of the Bindarra Creek Romance series: 13 books by 13 authors over 13 months. Set in the picturesque tablelands of New England, Australia, Bindarra Creek is a fictional, often drought-stricken community full of intrigue, adventure, drama and romance. Life and love in a small country town has never been more challenging.

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RELEASE BLITZ~ Claiming Felicity (Ace Security #4) by Susan Stoker


Claiming Felicity
Ace Security Book 4
Susan Stoker

 

Release Date February 27, 2017

 


Falling in love could expose a woman in hiding, in the fourth Ace Security novel from New York Times bestselling author Susan Stoker.

Former mercenary Ryder Sinclair’s stunning discovery that he has three half brothers in Castle Rock, Colorado, is giving them all the chance to color in the spaces of their tragic pasts. For Ryder, establishing roots is made all the more desirable by Felicity Jones. But if Ryder’s instincts are correct, this breathtaking beauty is in trouble.

Castle Rock isn’t Felicity’s home. Like her false identity, it’s just a cover. All she wants is enough cash to keep moving to another temporary hideaway—to stay on the run from a secret that’s haunted her for years. As safe as Ryder’s strong embrace makes her feel, she fears that falling for him, and staying in Colorado, will put everyone she’s come to love in danger.

The more Ryder learns about Felicity, the more determined he is not to let her go. It’s time for her to stop running—even as a relentless danger closes in, threatening their love and their lives.

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Excerpt 1:

When the door to the office opened, Felicity wasn’t surprised to see Grace and her husband enter. And Blake and Nathan. She had no idea who the other man was, but she barely glanced at him. She turned to frown at Cole.

“Great. Now it’s five against one. You think intimidation will work? You should know me better than that.”

The unknown man pushed through the others to stand by her side. “Five against two.”

Felicity gaped at him. “Who the fuck are you?”

He held out his hand as if they were in the middle of a formal gathering. “Ryder Sinclair. And you?”

Felicity’s hand was moving before she could call it back. Manners her mom had instilled in her at an early age were hard to overcome. “Felicity Jones.”

The second Ryder gripped her hand, Felicity knew she was in trouble. His hand was warm, but not sweaty. He didn’t squeeze her hand too hard, but used just the right amount of pressure as he shook her hand. But more than that, the second he touched her, goose bumps raced down her arms. She had the feeling that if she threw herself into his arms, he’d keep her safe. She couldn’t take her eyes off his hazel ones. He looked familiar. She stiffened. Shit, had she met him before? “Have we met?” she blurted out as she tried to drop his hand.

Instead of looking offended or put out by her question, he merely shook his head and refused to let go. “No, we haven’t met . . . much to my disappointment. But we know each other now.”

Felicity felt a strong urge to burrow into his chest and let him take care of her. He was taller than she was by a couple of inches, the perfect height for her head to rest comfortably on his broad shoulder, but she straightened her spine and used her free hand to pry his fingers off her instead of throwing herself into his arms. She was an island. Couldn’t rely on anyone. Not if she wanted to keep them safe.

Excerpt 2:

It had been a week since he’d last kissed her, but he remembered every second of that first kiss as if it had just happened. He hadn’t thought anything could top it, but he was wrong. This kiss was the best he’d ever experienced. Ryder had a feeling that every touch of his lips to hers would top the one before it. He wanted a lifetime of her taste on his lips.

Her head tilted, giving him more room, and he didn’t hesitate to take advantage. His tongue speared through her lips, tangling with hers, memorizing her feel and taste. One hand moved to her nape to hold her against him, and the other trailed down her body and came to rest on her breast, right over her heart. He didn’t grope her, merely wanted to feel the beat of her heart under his hand.

They kissed for several minutes. Neither willing to be the first to pull away. Felicity participated in the kiss the same way she did everything else . . . with all she had. She didn’t meekly sit there and let him kiss her—her tongue pushed against his and learned every inch of his mouth. When he growled, she moaned right back. She took what she wanted.

And it was hot as hell.


About the Author:Susan Stoker

New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Susan Stoker has a heart as big as the state of Texas where she lives, but this all-American girl has also spent the last fourteen years living in Missouri, California, Colorado, and Indiana. She’s married to a retired Army man who now gets to follow her around the country.

 

She debuted her first series in 2014 and quickly followed that up with the SEAL of Protection Series, which solidified her love of writing and creating stories readers can get lost in.

 

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