SPOTLIGHT: Mine to Love


Book two of the Hot Model Mine trilogy is finally here! Did you wonder what happened to erotic romance author Andrea and her irresistible cover model, Yushka, after the conference in Cannes?

In book one, The Perfect Shoot, things were complicated for the couple. He was much younger than her—practically the same age as her twins—and she’d spent half her life without a man. After much reflection, she ended up giving into her desire and taking Mr. Hot Model for lover. But what then after they traveled back to their separate lives?

Wait no more: They’re here to tell the continuation of their sizzling love story :)



The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the couple’s explosive romance is put to the test.

Will their love be strong enough to have a future?



While Yushka gets his duffel bag in the back seat, I lean against the side of the Corolla and stretch my arms on top of its roof. “You got everything?”

“Yeah.” He lifts the bag over his shoulder and tilts his head in direction of the front door. “We good to go?”

My pulse beats a little faster at the thought of him dropping that bag on my bedroom floor and lifting me in his arms instead. I’m so excited to be with him, I simmer inside, aching to touch and hold him. I want to have all of him at once, right now.

A spark of amusement plays in his gorgeous Asian eyes as he waits for me to make a move. “What’s on your mind, Princess?”

Holding his gaze, I smile, my fingers tapping a beat on the car hood to buy some time because I don’t know what to reply. I have a feeling whatever might come out of my mouth now, like I can’t wait to rip those clothes off you or I’m going to make you scream, will sound too cheesy. Why do we need to put our attraction into words, anyway? Once we’re home, there’ll be no reason to talk that much. We’ll do the talking with our more-than-capable hands and … um … mouths.

I tap a quick rap before stepping back from the car. “Come on.”

“Okay.” Widening his smile, he follows me to the front entrance.

I unlock and push the wood door open. “I hope your bag’s not too heavy. The elevator doesn’t work.”

“When are they gonna fix it?”

“Huh, good question.” I step forward, but when in the doorway, I spin to hold the door open for him. “I have no idea.”

“No?” With a raised brow, he passes me.

Just then, I move toward him, chest-to-chest, blocking him and his thick bag between myself and the doorframe.

“Oh!” He laughs.

As the door pushes into my back, squeezing me tighter against him, I put my hands on his waist. First above his clothes––the thick leather jacket and his shirt––then sneaking underneath both of them, my fingers splaying on his warm skin and stroking him.

Completely stuck, he tilts his head and stares into my eyes, his own sparkling with playfulness. “What are you up to?”

“You have a problem?” I move my hands out from beneath his shirt and go downward to palm his tight ass cheeks, pulling his crotch to me. My lower stomach and increasingly heating inner thighs seek to meet his. I want to be so near him he’ll feel my lust, and I want his lust to grow, too. I need us to join and be a match, a melting pot of desire, irresistible and untamable.

“I have to bribe you?” he asks, voice lower, and leans down to kiss me.

How did he guess? At the warm touch of his parted lips, delight rushes through me as if I’d had a shot of alcohol.

He retreats his face a few inches, enough to have a view of what he just kissed. “This good enough for you?” His voice comes out husky, a bit short of breath. With his free hand, he strokes and kneads my butt.

“One more,” I mouth with the next exhale of air. Though the door bores painfully into my back, I don’t want to move, loving the feel of being so close to Yushka, so intimate. It’s amazing how instantaneous and intense our connection is. Just wait till we get our clothes off.

Again, his warm lips land on mine, and we kiss greedily, nose-to-nose, wet tongues playing with each other. My inner pussy muscles clench, remembering too well what it’s like to have his cock inside. I breathe faster. A growing hardness in his crotch presses against me, provoking more tightening. Oh, God. Hot wetness glides down my pussy, wetting my panties. So ready, so soon… I mew into his mouth, and he rewards me with a guttural response, our mouths practically eating each other.

But this isn’t the right place. We need to move and play this torturous game and its grand finale somewhere else.

Releasing his lips, I gasp from our separation, but still manage to pull away.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He inhales deeply and looks up, feverish eyes widening and trying to refocus.

As I step backward, forcing the door to open again, cold evening air sneaks between our heated bodies. “Let’s go,” I say with a croak, my chest heaving.

He gives a small nod and steps inside the low-lit lobby.


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I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic contemporary romance.

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SPOTLIGHT: The Science of Lust


One more carrot and someone is going to die.

When Grace Benedict takes a new job at an all-night lab, she knows it’s going to be a different kind of gig. What kind of lab is in the same building as a bondage club anyway? Sporting her new pencil skirt and heels, she’s raring to go otherwise its move back into her parents’ basement and that is so not going to happen. What she didn’t count on were the vampires.

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Pages: 29

Heat: Erotic romance m/f with some f/f elements

Genre: Paranormal romance/BBW/vampires

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“Where is this magic water?” Grace crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow, giving him a provocative look. “Better yet, let’s see it actually in practice. Work your fang boy mojo on me.” Grace wiggled her fingers and made a mocking Dracula cape motion. “Come on. I’ll be your devil’s advocate.”

“Are you sure about this? We had primarily wanted you as a liaison between the patients and the vampires. Someone to monitor their progress. We never intended you to be a participant, Grace.” He backed toward the counter and produced a small bottle of water that he handed over to her.

She snatched it out of his hands and stared at it. Just a nondescript 6oz. bottle of water. Inconspicuous label. No real markings. Interesting.

“You may want to sit while it takes effect.”

Grace rolled her eyes, unscrewed the cap and gulped it down. She had been thirstier than she thought and was eager to prove this was no more than a bunch of scientists playing on people’s insecurities. Fangs or not.

“Please sit, Grace. The chemicals tend to hit rather quickly.” He pushed her toward the stool and caught her as she began to weave on her feet.

“Hey. You drugged me!” Her head was muzzy. Her body began to heat up in some very interesting places. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples hardening as the fabric of her bra rubbed against them. The endorphins flooded into her and her body began to pulse.

Oh wow.

Waves of desire cascaded over her senses. As she watched the good doctor talking, all she could do was imagine what it would be like to unzip that tight pair of jeans and have at it. She closed her eyes at the mental image and shivered. The doctor was fucking hot.


When I write hot scenes, I love to create a playlist in my mind of what’s going on with my characters. Here are a few songs that make me think of Grace and her hottie vampire doctor:

Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding

Cold by Annie Lennox

Under the Influence by Elle King

Chandelier by Sia

Meet Me in the Middle by Jessie Ware


Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming 2016),Tethered, Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming 2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.

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SPOTLIGHT: Sin’s Pleasure

Title: Sin’s Pleasure
Series: Happily Never Happened #1
Author: LeTeisha Newton
What if Happily Ever Afters were from a place called Elsia? What if they kept that world going and intact? And what if the Fairy Godmother, young and naive, got it wrong?
Welcome to Happily Never Happened, where fairy tales are real, sexier than sin, and sweeter than deliverance. Where Fantasy Ave is a place to see your pleasures satisfied, and the stakes raised – for a price. And then meet the ladies of Fantasy Ave, hidden gems in our world, who come from the world of Elsia, escaping the hell of their Happily Ever Afters, and offered the chance, with one last wish, to find love again.
SIN married her Prince Charming, escaping into the palace and becoming one of the four queens that ruled Elsia. That glass slipper seemed to fit on the right foot – that was until Charming showed her that she meant nothing to him, and even less to others after her story was over. Sin recreated herself, tossing aside her tiara and ballgown, for stilettos and a whip – because she calls the shots now. Never again is she going to be someone’s sub who doesn’t know the meaning of Dominance, and never again is she going to let someone open her heart again.
And she’s right. Someone can’t do it. She needs two: Tobias, her trusted bodyguard, and Zuriah, a wolf of Rose’s pack, to claim her, and show her just how much she’s missing. Show her how much Charming didn’t know about love, and that being broken only means that she can be fixed.
Now available from Evernight Publishing Naughty Fairy Tales, be ready to delve into a hot read of desire, love, and redemption.
Writing professionally since 2008, LeTeisha has spanned from Fantasy to Interracial Romance on her road to getting the jumping characters out of her head. Most days she’s pretty color blind, unless it’s a great shade of red (then she can’t ignore it). Other times she’s plotting her next twenty books and then remembering that the computer can’t read her thoughts and doesn’t type at lightning speed. Either way, she just can’t seem to get enough of quill to paper…or eh…keyboard strokes, apparently.

Blaze by Jessica Coulter Smith – Available at All Romance eBooks



Series: Steel Riders , Book 1.0
By: Jessica Coulter Smith | Other books by Jessica Coulter Smith
Published By: Coastal Escape Publishing, LLC
Published: Sep 28, 2015
ISBN # 9781944237004
Word Count: 15,000

Price: $2.99

BUY LINK: Blaze by Jessica Coulter Smith

Ride hard. Live free. Blaze has been a patched member of the Steel Riders for twenty years, and the Sergeant at Arms for nearly half that. Free booze and plenty of women to spare, but what’s a grizzly to do when the party is over?

Luna Sylvestro escaped the Desert Dogs M.C. five years ago, but her past has come back to haunt her. When mysterious phone calls turn sinister, she knows her time is running out. If she doesn’t find a way to keep out of her brother’s clutches, overdue library books will be the least of her problems.

When Blaze realizes the sexy librarian needs some muscle, he’s only too happy to provide it – at a cost. He doesn’t just want the woman in his bed, he wants to put his mark on her, because everyone knows you never come between a grizzly and his mate.

SPOTLIGHT: The Darkness Calls

Hi there, everyone! I’m Michelle Roth and I’m here to introduce my latest release, The Darkness Calls [The Transfigured Ones]. This book is entirely new territory for me. Where most of my works have been ultra-realistic contemporary romance, I wanted to add in a touch of the paranormal here!

I was daydreaming one afternoon, as I’m prone to doing and I wondered what life would be like if we lived in a world where we actually knowingly co-existed with vampires. Not in an overtly us vs. them way like the Sookie Stackhouse series, but in a world where all the fuss had long since died down. What would that universe look like? How would humans and vampires interact? How would they feed? How would they work? Interesting questions, right?

In The Darkness Calls, you’ll find answers!


When Lilly Ferguson narrowly avoids being mugged after work, she’s shocked to find that she’s gotten the attention of Talan McKenna. He’s the sinfully handsome owner of the Foxwood Casino and Spa where she works. There’s only one problem, though…

Talan is one of the Transfigured. Like half a million others across the globe, he possesses a very specific genetic mutation. It leaves him with the inability to age, an aversion to sunlight, and a thirst for human blood. When he learns of Lilly’s tragic past, he worries that it’s an obstacle he’ll never be able to overcome.

Despite her heartbreaking history with the Transfigured, Lilly immediately senses that Talan is different. Where her fears once lay, there’s only a sense of peace and comfort. Just as they begin to build a love made to last several lifetimes, a shadowy figure from her past emerges and threatens to destroy everything.



Within ten minutes, she was surrounded by two security officers and a doctor. He gently prodded at the knot on the back of her head, while she held ice against her throbbing cheek. As he started to shine a small flashlight into her eyes, she heard a deep voice in the hallway murmur,

“Where’s the girl? Was she seriously hurt?”

When he stepped through the door, she realized it was the owner of the casino. She had seen glimpses of him on occasion, but she’d never actually spoken to him. His eyes swept the room and landed on her.

She blinked in surprise as he knelt down next to the doctor, so he was eye level. His eyes settled on the bag of ice she held against her face. He didn’t speak. The small tic in his cheek was the only reason she could visibly tell that he was upset. Otherwise, his facial expression gave away nothing. His voice was devoid of any emotion when he spoke. “Miss…”  he paused, prompting her for her name.

“Lilly. Lilly Ferguson.”

He nodded and continued, “Miss Ferguson. You’re okay?”

She winced. “I hit my head. He hit me in the face. Otherwise, I’m fine.”

His eyes swept over her, as if he was trying to verify for himself. His eyes took in her bag. The strap had a tear, but for the most part it was still intact.

Lilly followed his line of sight and took in the torn bag. “That was a casualty of war, too, I guess,” she said with a smirk.

A slight smile curved his lips as he said, “I’m sorry for your loss. I’m surprised you didn’t just give it to him, though.”

“I’m not willing to part with what little I own, Mr. McKenna,” she answered honestly.

He nodded as if he understood.

Lilly stared blankly at him. She had serious difficulty thinking he’d be able to relate to her in any way. He was one of the Transfigured. Rich as Croesus, he owned the casino, and was a huge power player among his kind.

Her thoughts must have been written all over her face because he said, “I’ve had almost five hundred years to become who I am, Little One. I can still remember when I had nothing. When I was nothing. I admire your spirit.”

She swallowed, uncertain.

“Will you be okay to drive home?” he asked.

The doctor cut in from the other side of the security office. She hadn’t even realized that he’d moved. He said, “I wouldn’t recommend it, Mr. McKenna. She needs to rest in a dark, quiet room at the very least for the next eight hours. She’s showing signs of a mild concussion.”

“Very well,” he said, addressing the doctor. He turned to face her and said, “Someone from the hotel will ensure that you get home safely.”

“But,” she asked. “What about my car?”

“It can be delivered to you. When do you work next?”

She blinked, trying to fight the fuzziness in her mind, and said, “Tomorrow afternoon.”

He shook his head and said, “We’ll reassign your shifts for the next two days. Take the time off.”

“Thank you,” Lilly said. She couldn’t imagine doing much of anything except laying under her blankets, if her head persisted in feeling like this.

“Keys,” he prompted.

She picked them up, then she winced as there was dried blood caked on the car key. She gingerly removed it from the ring and said, “Sorry. It may need a rinse. I managed to gouge him a couple of times.”

His eyes widened incredulously for a moment before he reached out and took the key from her.

He didn’t seem to have an aversion to the bloody key. It was, she supposed, his meal of choice. A slow smile, a genuine one, pulled across his face. He said, “Yes, Miss Ferguson, I do admire your spirit.”

About Michelle:

Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.

In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels.

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SPOTLIGHT: Optical Illusions

Hi Everyone! I’m very excited to share my new book with you. Optical Illusions is special to me for so many reasons. I gave free rein to my characters and they took me in a different direction. I’ve been writing mostly MM romance lately, and the main character in this book is a woman. Maggie really got into my head, and I knew I had to write her story in first person POV. I usually write in third.

The story is fiction, but I included a few things that are near and dear to my heart. The setting is my hometown, Philly, and one of my cats plays a supporting role. I did change his name to protect the innocent.

Here’s a sneak peek at Optical Illusions. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.


Maggie’s troubled past makes her seal off her heart. She shuts everyone out, and puts all her energy into work, but suddenly, she’s having erotic fantasies about her two bosses. They’re perfect. Good-looking, intelligent, caring… Everything a woman could want. But they only have eyes for each other.

Michael and Aaron have been a couple since college, but one thing is missing from their relationship. They’re bisexual and they miss having a woman in their lives. Maggie would be the perfect addition to their family. She’s beautiful, smart, compassionate… But they’re sure she’ll never accept their unconventional lifestyle.

Where you can find Optical Illusions

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My hands shake as I unbutton my blouse and let it slide to the floor.

Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra and toss it aside. The cool air turns my nipples hard and I can’t resist reaching up to pinch them. I shut my eyes and imagine Michael behind me, his fingers on my nipples. Where he is right this minute? Is he in the shower? Dressing for the reception?

Oh hell. This is stupid. I feel like a silly schoolgirl again, lusting for a man I can’t have. At least this time there’s no chance I’ll get hurt, because there’s zero chance of a hookup. I quickly unzip my gray slacks and shove them over my hips. My panties follow.

Warm, comforting steam envelopes me when I enter the tiny bathroom. Pinning up my long hair, I slide under the hot water until it reaches my chin. The sensation of floating is so relaxing. I close my eyes and let my mind drift with my body…

It’s Aaron I picture now. Aaron with his sandy hair and shy smile. I picture him kneeling by the tub, his nerdy, but super cool, horn rimmed glasses foggy from the steam. I can almost feel his soapy hands on my breasts.

A low moan escapes my throat, but again it’s my own hands cupping my swollen breasts. I rub and tug, twist and pinch, until my nipples stand erect. Pleasure travels from the rigid peaks to my clit. My knees rise and spread wide, and my hand moves between my thighs, teasing my closely trimmed bush. My swollen clit is begging to be touched, but my finger slides around the little bundle of nerves in slow circles. The anticipation is delicious.

Finally, I make contact, all the time pretending it’s Michael’s head between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my swollen nub. I rub harder, but my orgasm is beyond reach. It’s so frustrating. I want to be filled, stretched, impaled.

About the Author

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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

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SPOTLIGHT: Taking Over by S.J. Maylee

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Taking Over (Love Projects 3)

by: S.J. Maylee

Genre: Erotic Romance with D/s

Length: Novella

Published: June 10, 2015

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-77233-383-1



Gina’s life was perfect, until the day she realized the man she loved didn’t love her back. Her charming life turned upside down as tragedy and cruelty struck her down. She learned to protect her family from those who could cause them pain, but she inadvertently ensured the perfect life would be forever out of her reach.

Marcus has hid his love for Gina for years. His assumptions about her have allowed him to be harsh, but underneath all the anger is a man deeply in love. The tough realities of her life put them in position to see themselves in a whole new light. The second chance is right there and it could take them over the edge into the love they’ve always wanted.

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This had to be a new record. In less than a minute, he had her loathing herself. It didn’t matter he was working on incorrect data. “Hope not to see you again.” She waved as she turned to go.


She kept moving.

His hand came down on her shoulder and pulled her around. “When a Master tells you to wait, you do as you’re told. Our personal history doesn’t erase protocol. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her chest rubbed against his. From under her lashes, she looked up into his light blue eyes and, for a second, wished she could forget why she hated him.

“I’m sorry.” He stepped back and let his hand fall. “You came to this area because you needed something from the benches. I’m the only one free right now.” He raised his hand and brushed away the hair hanging in front of her eyes. “I can give you what you need.”

Once again, Marcus showed himself as the good guy. She didn’t like him because he had a tendency to call her out on her mistakes and she was certain he thought her supposed latest was a doozy, since it ended her marriage.

“That’s nice of you, but it’s okay.” She took a step back.

“I can see that it’s not.” He took a step forward. “We can push past our history and live in this moment.” He grabbed her hand. “Let me help.”

Warmth gathered in her core. She’d seen this side of him, but they’d never scened together. She tilted her head to the side and examined him. The first time she gazed into his blue eyes, she knew he’d cause her problems. He could see the truth through all the mess, not that he ever tried to understand her. She didn’t want to know what he’d see if he ever took a closer look at her. Fear ticked up her spine. She had a feeling that he alone would be her undoing.

Desperate to let go, she knew the sting of a paddle was what she needed, but sometimes it was hard to separate feelings discovered at the spanking bench. She laughed out loud. Since there was no way she’d start to care about Marcus now, she decided to take him up on his offer. After all, she was determined to reach the kind of release only a good reddened ass could provide.

“Thanks, Marcus.” She walked to the only free bench and bent over the apparatus, putting her forearms on the padded rests and grasped the holding bar. Her short skirt would already be giving him quite a show. For the first time, she wished the club allowed submissives to wear panties.

“Since we’ve never played together, I won’t be restraining you. We certainly don’t have that kind of trust. You understand how important it is not to move, correct?”

“Yes, Sir, I understand. I won’t move.” It pinched her last nerve to call him sir, but he was doing her a great service. For these few minutes, she’d give him the respect any Master in this club deserved.

He flipped her skirt up over her back, exposing her round ass. The paddle brushed over her lower back, across her hip, and down the length of her leg to her knee. His hand followed the paddle with a feather touch, allowing a soothing bliss to spread over her skin.

The room either quieted or she’d blocked out the noise but she welcomed the peace, needing to remember why she was there. He repeated the pattern on the other side, drawing her in with his tenderness. She swallowed against the unwelcomed thoughts threatening to break her concentration.

“I’ll give you twenty swats. I expect you to count them.”

“Okay. Thank you, Sir.”

The paddle rubbed over her right cheek and then smacked against it, rocking her whole body. The force behind the swat surprised her, this was not her first mistake. What had she been thinking? Submitting to Marcus was on her list of things to never try. She had to give him more credit. He’d caught her off her game.

“We’ll start back at one each time you forget to count.” He smacked her other cheek.

“One. Sorry, Sir.”

“Not as sorry as your ass will be if you forget again.” He dragged the paddle along her skin in the same figure as before, spreading the sensitivity. “I have no problem paddling your ass all night.” He smacked her right cheek again.

“Two…three…four.” Somewhere over the next couple of swats, Gina remembered why she’d come back into the club tonight. Her knuckles turned white with the force of her grip. She gulped in a breath of air and waited for the next hit to land with its punishing kiss of heat, but none came. Marcus stepped into her line of sight, just out of reach. The paddle was no longer in his hand.

“I’ll keep counting, Sir. Please, I need this.”

He lowered himself beside her and reached out to caress her fingers until she released her strangle hold. “I’ll finish, after I’ve determined you’re in the right frame of mind.”

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S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.

When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.

As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.

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