Charly's Chocolate Factory by Celia Kyle and Lizzie Lynn Lee

Charly's Chocolate Factory

by Celia Kyle and Lizzie Lynn Lee cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-371-2

Genre(s): Guilty Pleasures

Theme(s): Interracial, BBW

Series: Sex and Chocolate

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Charlene owns Charly's Chocolate Factory where she produces premier sexual favors in all kinds of chocolate flavors. She loves her small chocolate shop and business is booming, if only she had a little somethin' somethin' to share her life with...

Linc manages the Dewitt building for the owners and has been charged with his most distasteful task yet. Get Charly's Chocolate Factory out or just plain get out. And it's not just the chocolate that he loves at the shop, but the chocolate flavored beauty that runs the store as well. The attraction is undeniable. Especially one night when he wanders into the store to find Charlene elbow-deep in chocolate, the sweet flavors blending and coating her luscious skin. He just can't wait to lick it off. Lick it all off.
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Linc had been avoiding his visit to Charly's Chocolate Factory for three days, five hours and thirty-seven minutes. No, he glanced at his watch, make that thirty-eight minutes.

Standing outside the shop, he glared at the displays of Luscious Lips, lip-shaped confections, and Cherry Berries, nipple-shaped chocolate-covered cherries, all of which had been deemed inappropriate by the building's new owners. Every item in Charly's was somehow lewd, crude and sensually delicious.

He didn't know from personal experience, of course, but all of the women in the office raved about her Peanut Penises, peanut sprinkled penis shaped candies... the peanuts, naturally, outlining the, ahem, head area. He wasn't a prude. Truly. But he usually preferred his bedroom toys to stay in the bedroom, where they belonged.

Well, there was no way around it. Charly, in all her confectioner's glory, was headed for the streets. No lease renewal, no extension, nothing. At the end of the month, she was getting the boot.

With a sigh, he tugged at the front door, the bell ringing at his entrance. A young man was wiping down the tables while a woman counted down the till at the counter. "Uh, sorry, sir, but we're closed." The young man sounded unsure, tentative, as if Linc would rip his head off for speaking.

He didn't look that scary, did he? He admitted that his size worked to intimidate some, but he'd never tried to strong arm anyone. "I'm looking for Charly. It's a personal matter."

"Oh." The man blushed. "Charly's in the back, working on tomorrow's orders. Go ahead, back there."

With a nod, Linc did as instructed, weaving his way around the tables and upended chairs while heading toward the sign that read "Employees Only." Once behind the curtain that cordoned off the bakery from the customer's area, Linc froze.

Back there, hiding behind the curtain, was a woman of amazing beauty. She had shoulder length black hair done up in teeny tiny braids. Her skin was the color of smooth milk chocolate. From the side he could see her light brown eyes sparkling as she mixed up a batch of some sort of chocolate confection, the mixture almost matching her skin. Her nose was pert, tipped up at the end, and her lips were the color of ripe berries, full and luscious and infinitely kissable.

Linc's gaze traveled further south, admiring the generous swell of her breasts, the tucked in line of her waist and the flare of her hips as she turned away from him. Her bottom was round and plump, perfect for grabbing and pounding into. Just plain perfect. Everything about her screamed "fuck me, hard and fast," yet at the same time, whispered "be gentle." He couldn't decide how he wanted her first.

His cock throbbed and ached in his four-hundred-dollar slacks, letting him know just how much he wanted this black beauty. He wanted, no, needed, her more than his next breath, needed her like he needed life. He remained still, watching as she poured ingredient after ingredient into the large double boiler on the enormous stove, mixing something that smelled heavenly and probably tasted even better. She dipped her finger into the mixture and licked off the chocolate that coated the tip. How he wanted to be that finger, that chocolate, anything to get into her mouth and relish the taste of her sweetness. She had to taste sweet and sultry and exotic. No woman could look as luscious as she did without tasting like chocolate and sunshine.

Her hips swayed to the beat of her song, moving to the music she created. His cock ached, wanted him to sidle up to her, scoot behind and grind his dick against her voluptuous ass. He belonged there, with her, next to her, by her side.

Never had he felt such a punch of lust in his gut -- like he just had to sink inside a woman, this woman, right now. There was something about her, something that made him primal and wanting and protective all at once. He wondered if there was something going on between this woman and that young man out in the eatery. Didn't matter. She'd be his before the night ended. And considering that it was already after eleven, he needed to get a move on.

He cleared his throat. "Excuse me?"

She squeaked and dropped her spoon into the chocolate she'd been mixing. "Shit. Just one sec."

He heard footsteps behind him and he turned his attention to the young woman shoving the curtain aside. "Night, Charly. See ya tomorrow."

Charly. Of course. The woman he had to have, at any cost, was Charly, owner of Charly's Chocolate Factory. And he'd been ordered to evict her.

Well, fuck me.

"You okay with Mr. --"

"Lincoln Robinson." He held his hand out to Charly and she took it in a firm grasp, shaking it like she meant it. Their first touch sent shudders of pleasure down his spine, sparking his interest even further than before. Yup, he wanted her. Bad.


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Bedtime Stories: Customer Service by Celia Kyle

Bedtime Stories: Customer Service

by Celia Kyle cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-320-0

Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Vampires, Shapeshifters, BBW

Series: Bedtime Stories

Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:
Cilla lost a scale to the big bad Troll who lived under the bridge. Without it, she couldn't turn into a dragon and was stuck as a human. Five years, the Troll said. Five years as the Customer Service Manager for Bedtime Stories Press and then she'd be free. But instead of having her scale returned as promised, she was handed over to Djimon, a vampire. She has to spend one day with him, twenty-four hours of sexual servitude, and then she'll be free. Except... what if she doesn't want to leave?
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Prim and proper Cilla scanned her email, searching for the most important messages first. Those emails usually contained all capitals in their subject lines. Irate customers used capitals. Ingrates. Okay, ingrates wasn't a very nice thing to say about Bedtime Stories Press readers. She was just so... mad.

Cilla pushed her sliding glasses further up her nose and blew the falling tendrils of hair out of her face. She'd have to fix her bun sooner or later, but she still had over a hundred emails to look through.

On the plus side, half of the emails were praise for Bedtime Stories Press and its authors, especially Celia K. Yle. It was the other half she dreaded. If only...

If only she hadn't fallen for the Troll's tricks. Toll collector by night, she was the whip-wielding General Manager of the publishing house by day. And she'd duped Cilla like she was a hatchling just getting her wings under her. Geesh.

"Shift for me, dear Cilla. Let me see those lovely, lovely scales of yours," she'd cooed.

One. One tiny little scale from the tip of her tiny little tail and now Cilla was stuck working for the Troll forever and ever, amen (Or five years, whichever came first). Even God couldn't save her now. She wasn't sure if anyone could save her.

The thing about it was... Cilla's powers were tied to her scales. They lived just beneath her skin, waiting for the moment when she'd set them free and then whamo! Dragon. Except... nothing happens when one of her scales goes missing. If it sheds naturally she can shift just as soon as a new one grows in. But if it's plucked from her like a feather, no amount of wishing will force the scale to return. She had to have that pesky missing piece handed back to her safe and sound. The Troll wasn't likely to do that any time soon. Hell, it'd been nearly five years and still the scale was nowhere in sight.

"Cilla!" the Troll bellowed through the intercom system. "Silly Cilla!"

With a sigh she pushed away from her desk and padded toward the Troll's domain. The General Manager's office had been decorated to resemble her favorite place... the underside of a bridge.

"Yes, ma'am?" Must act submissive. Must. Five years the Troll had said. Five years and she'd be free. Of course, each time Cilla pissed her off, the sentence was changed. Hell, sometimes it changed at her whim.

"Come in, come in."

Cilla stepped across the threshold and froze. Holy fire and water be merciful.

The most gorgeous man Cilla had ever seen stood before the Troll's desk. She stared at the ruggedly handsome man. His hair was dark, almost midnight-black, and held the tiniest hint of a curl like a calm day at sea. The man's forehead was wide, but not high -- strong. Those eyes... Amber like a cat's, but they held a hunger she couldn't identify and she wondered if this was another of the Troll's lovers. His nose wasn't too large, but matched his face, a small bump along the bridge showing that it'd been broken at one time over the years. But it was his lips she wanted, needed, desired. She imagined them to be soft, so kissably soft and sweet. Something about this man drew her to him and for the first time in her long life, she didn't want to resist.

His shoulders were broad, encased in a polo shirt just loose enough not to be considered indecent, but showing off his pectorals and tapered waist. He wore loose-fitting khaki pants, and she cursed the cotton fabric, wishing she could see if the rest of him was as well muscled as his torso. That, and she wanted a good look at the size of his package.

This stranger, this smiling man with his rakish smile and strong body... he made her want. Bad.
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Holiday Howlz: BDSFerret by Celia Kyle (Paranormal, Humor, Hot Flashes, Shapeshifters, GLBT, Holiday Howlz Series)

Holiday Howlz: BDSFerret

by Celia Kyle cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-308-8

Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Gay and Lesbian

Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series

Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Mika is ferret, hear him... chitter. Merry Christmas to him, he's ready for some BDSM bottoming action and the Hair of the Dawg is just the place to find what, and who, he wants.

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Mika walked in like a predator. I am ferret, hear me chitter. Yeah. Big (little) man on the prowl for some... something. Okay, someone. But no one in particular. Damn it, he was mucking it up already and he hadn't even made it to the club. Turds.

All he'd wanted was a nice holiday quickie, and he couldn't even gather the courage to be cocky. He was the predator for fur's sake! In a town of mostly prairie dogs, he should be the top dog and they the prey. Only, he didn't feel all that top-doggy, more like a bottom dog. Pun intended.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, probably ruining the stylish look his sister had created for him. Too bad. He needed to be comfortable more than stylish and the gel was making him itchy. Mika stared at the club doors, the pulsing bass of the music seeping through the insulated walls, reaching out to him, teasing and tempting.

He wanted to give in, wanted to follow the music anywhere, everywhere. It held promise in its notes -- a promise he intended the music keep.

Mika turned off the car and took one last look in the mirror. His light brown hair with its midnight tips stuck up every which way, as his sister had intended. He couldn't help the unruly locks and they tended to do whatever they pleased, styling products be damned. His eyelashes were much of the same. The coloring of his ferret had always blended into his human form. Even the sky-blue of his human eyes matched his black-footed ferret's.

The only part of him that wasn't very ferrety was his innate desire to give, not take. He was a people pleaser, through and through, instead of the cutthroat predator he was supposed to be. Mika? Predator? Yeah, right. He was a vegetarian for cripe's sake.

With one last calming breath, he opened his car door, the music calling to him, telling him to come in and find what he'd been looking for, desiring for so long. Picking up a guy on the street hadn't worked for Mika in like... ever, so off to Hair of the Dawg he went. At least in a gay club, he wouldn't have to question his gaydar. It seemed to have been broken since birth.

Ten feet now. Ten feet separated Mika from the bouncer, the club's door, and the writhing men on the other side. So close, and his nerves were driving him batty enough to make ten feet seem like ten miles. He could do this. He could walk into the meat market and walk out... with some meat. Okay, ew, not the visual he wanted.

He stood in front of the bouncer, his best "I'm a real man" smile plastered across his face.

"ID?"

Mika fumbled for his wallet, forgetting for a moment that his thirty-five years looked like everyone else's eighteen. Barely. "Here you go. Busy? Wasn't sure how packed it would be since it's Christmas Eve, you know? My Christmas present to myself, yeah?"

Mika's fatal flaw, he talked a lot when nervous. This totally fit the "shit, I'm nervous" bill. And yeah, he was spending Christmas Eve at a night club, looking for some action. It wasn't like he had a lot of family other than his sister, and she was all for him finding someone to have some fun with as a present to himself. He just hoped he could find a guy to drag home.

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Dragon Kin: Ferret You by Celia Kyle

Dragon Kin: Ferret You!
by Celia Kyle
Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-324-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire
Theme(s): Interracial, Shapeshifters, BBW, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Dragon Kin (Multi Author)
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Egan's a dragon with a plan. After watching his brothers settle with their fire companions, he aches to create a home with his own. Only Mireya is being somewhat... resistant. Okay, she's said no. Repeatedly. He likes to think she's just playing hard to get. He hopes.

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Egan swallowed the lump in his throat and dried his hands on his jeans. He wasn’t a pussy. No, he was a man’s man who hated opening up to women.“Hey, guys.” He jerked his head in welcome. “Sky, Selena.”He was welcomed by both of the ladies with near twin smiles, mouths wide and eyes twinkling with an echoed “Egan!” ringing in his ears.Egan took the last remaining seat and settled in, taking a sip of the beer placed before him by a passing waitress. The woman didn’t stick around long and he couldn’t blame her. He’d heard the goblins in the bar liked to play games of grab-ass, and the only way to avoid them was to stay quick on your feet. Sky could definitely tell some tales about that. “So.” He took a deep breath.Sky leaned forward, elbows on the table. “So.”“So.” Selena mimicked her movement.“What did they tell you?” He knew the guys had, because these ladies were way too interested in him tonight.“That you --” Sky started.“Oh, wise and powerful dragon.” Selena laid it on thick.“Need our help.”“Because we’re wonderful.”“And women,” they said in unison.Egan glared at Brenton and Kyden. He loved the women, just the tiniest bit more than sisters, which meant he wasn’t above putting them over his knee as only a brother could do -- except Sky would probably enjoy it a bit too much.Sky toyed with her drink. “So, what’s the problem?”He sighed. “Mireya.” One word, one name, it all boiled down to her. Both women oohed. “Yup. She’s my…” He hadn’t ever said it aloud, hadn’t ever wanted to tempt the sleeping dragon within, but he couldn’t do this alone. “She’s my fire companion.” He grimaced.“Keep going. We can’t help if we don’t know it all.”For this he’d need liquid fortification. He lifted his mug from the table and downed three quick gulps of the bitter, cold brew. “I’ve tried wooing.”“How?” Sky was taking notes on what looked like a stolen order pad.“I brought her flowers, chocolates, gifts. I complimented her. Anything I could to get her to smile.”Selena shook her head. “You laid it on too thick.” Well, duh. Even Mireya had told him that. “Next?”“I started just visiting her bakery every other day…” Both women stared at him. Okay, he was pathetic. “Every day. I visited her every day and asked her out for coffee or in for one of her Danishes. She kept saying no.”The ladies looked at each other and spoke in unison. “Too strong.”“Then I tried ignoring her…”Brenton, with his big assed mouth butted in. “If you call walking by twice a day ignoring.”Both of his brothers burst into laughter and high-fived over their lover’s heads. “Yeah!”“Assholes.” Egan finished off his beer. “So, ladies, what am I supposed to do?”The women leaned toward one another and whispered quietly for several moments before returning their attention to him. “She’s a ferret.” He couldn’t figure out the big deal, but he nodded at Selena anyway.“And her step-brother just moved away? Mika? To Barkus, Kansas?”He nodded at Sky. “The thing is…”“Egan…”Kyden broke in this time. “She’s just not that into you.” He high-fived Brenton. “Yeah! Again!”Both Selena and Sky rolled their eyes. “The point is, gentlemen-who-shall-never-have-sex-again, that her life is in an uproar. Mika isn’t there to help with the bakery and has moved halfway across the country. She’s alone and the last thing she needs is a distraction to throw her life into a tailspin. She doesn’t need a fly-by-night man.” Selena eyed him. “And the way you were coming on to her… she thinks you’re a one-two punch and then out the door kind of guy.”“But --”“There’s only one plan of action now.” Both women nodded, resolute.He really didn’t like the sound of that. go hungry, I’ll blame you all!

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Dawg Town: Big Dawg by Celia Kyle

Dawg Town: Big Dawg
by Celia Kyle

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-292-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Dawg Town
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Mac's dreamed of owning his own golf course from the moment he hefted his first club. It's opening day at Dawg Track and for Mac, it's Time to let the Big Dawg Eat. But things don't go according to plan and his owl shifter lover, Douglas, is there to smooth the way for some wayward dawgs looking for a home.

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It was a good day to own a golf course. The grass was green, the course was clear and he'd just sucked his lover's brains through his cock. Yes, today was the perfect day to own a golf course.
Mac inhaled a lungful of the sweet Kansas air. At seven in the morning, the sun just peeked over the trees and a whisper of a breeze danced through the foliage. Not too hot just yet and near perfect weather for the first round of golf to ever be played on the Dawg Track.
He'd worked hard on building the best course possible west of the Mississippi and damned if he hadn't succeeded. In his mind, at least. The course would help to bring money into their little town of Barkus while still staying true to his roots.
No high falutin' pro golfer would ever step foot on the Dawg Track green as long as he had a say so. And considering he signed every check and approved every membership application, Mac had a feeling the Dawg Track would always be a place for the working man to enjoy a round of golf with his friends and grab a beer at the 20th hole when he was through. (The nineteenth hole was a special place for him and Douglas. Real private like.) As far as Mac was concerned, golf wouldn't remain a rich man's sport.
At the Dawg Track the idea of wearing polo shirts and slacks for a round was thrown right out the window. Mac liked being comfortable when he played and he knew other men did as well. Hell, he'd even gotten a pair of shit-kickers made with cleats so he could go straight from his Harley to the course and back again without having to strap on some namby-pamby golfing shoes.
Yeah, this was the life. It was opening day for the Dawg Track and every tee time had been reserved months in advance. Whoo, boy. He had to be the luckiest golf lovin' Dawg to ever live.
With one last look over his domain, Mac figured it was about time to get the show on the road before the heat made playing unbearable. He reached into his bag, pulled out a tee and ball and teed up. Then he went back for him, the Big Dawg, a custom driver made just for him. Mac slid the club from his bag and admired the workmanship once more. A big ol' sweet spot in the middle of the head and the purtiest bit of graphite, steel and God only knew what else, made the club one of his most prized possessions.
"Ooh yeah, time to let the Big Dawg eat." He grinned and took a few practice swings. The Big Dawg sliced through the air like a knife through warm butter, and the soft whoosh as it skimmed the grass was music to his ears.
Not willing to delay his game any longer, he stepped up to the tee, eye on the ball. Lining up his shot, he couldn't suppress his smile. He'd done it, he'd designed and built his own golf course for guys like him and there was nothing stopping him now. Mac swung the club back, the head of Big Dawg rising higher in the air while he completed the arc. With a soft exhale, he brought the club down, eyes focused on his target.
The first ball to ever be hit on Dawg Track...
Out of nowhere a blur of tawny fur darted across his field of vision, taking his golf ball with it. Mac woofed the shot, striking the tee and losing his club on the upswing. Big Dawg went flying across the course to land a good twenty feet ahead of him.
"Gawd damn it, Trenton! Get your furball ass back here with my ball!" Damned little pint-sized prairie dog didn't know to leave well enough alone. The eighteen-year-old pup dogged his heels all the time and now he'd mucked up the first game! He bellowed, "Trenton!"
"Aw, Mac, leave the poor kid alone. He just wants attention, you know that. With so many pups running around Barkus, you know some of 'em get attached to other men. Especially since you won't let me snack on any of them."
Mac spun around (as much as his cleats on grass would let him) and glared at Douglas, his partner and lover. The man winked at him. Of all the...
"Dougie." His lover hated that name. "Why don't you tell me how that little prairie dog got onto the property when you know this is a dog-free zone?" He stalked forward. "I didn't sink eight feet of fencing into the ground around the course just so you could let them all in." He took a deep, calming breath. He wasn't going to blow up at Douglas. He. Wasn't. His frustration needed to stay directed at the pint-sized pup that stole his ball and ruined his freakin' game. He softened his voice. "Baby, we talked about this and --"
"And I told you I disagreed." The shorter man propped his fists on his hips with a stomp and Mac's favorite curl dropped over Douglas' forehead, dipping behind the man's glasses. "It's not right, Mac."
"You just want to gobble them up for a midnight snack, don't you, Douglas? My little owl's got a hankering for a little prairie dog, don't ya?" Mac reached out and tugged his lover into his arms and nuzzled his neck, nibbling the soft skin below his ear. "I've got something you can snack on."

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Not Yeti by Celia Kyle

Not Yeti!
by Celia Kyle

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-270-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Yeti!
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

The twins are five and day-to-day life gets in the way of love. Could this be the end of Sela and Yosi?

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Yosi had the greatest, most perfect cock known to woman. Sela's mouth watered at the thought of getting her lips wrapped around that long, thick dick. At least eight inches, it wasn't too short or too long, but just right for her. And right now, it was staring her in the face.
"Sela..."
"Shhh... don't Sela me. Let me enjoy for a bit."
She kissed the tip, licking her lips and savoring the salty-sweet flavor remaining on her lips. The soft, spongy head of Yosi's cock beckoned her and she was only too happy to return. This time, she laved the head, tongue flicking the sweet spot on the underside of his erection, and she smiled at her husband's moan.
Sela opened her mouth, sliding her lips over and around Yosi's cock, licking the vein on the underside as she sank over him. He arched against her mouth, sinking his cock in farther, and she hummed around it.
Yosi tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled. She loved it when he became forceful, demanding, directing. She let him lead and she followed. In no time, he was fucking her mouth, his cock sliding easily between her lips as she licked and sucked on his dick.
The salty snow taste of his precum intensified as his hips sped up and groans became louder. Louder and louder and louder still until he froze, back arched, mouth open and gasping. His cock pulsed in her mouth, filling her with his seed. She swallowed each and every drop, savoring the sweet taste until his cock grew soft in her mouth.
Sela rose from her knees and slithered up Yosi's body to straddle his lap. She fused their mouths together, her arousal still burning bright after giving her husband a blowjob. She wanted, needed. Her pussy ached and throbbed and only two things could soothe the hurt she felt. Both of them were attached to her husband and since his cock was out of commission, that left his tongue.
"Please, Yosi?"
In one fluid move he lay on the bed and rearranged her to straddle his face instead of his thighs. He slipped his tongue between her labia, lapping at her clit, and she moaned, writhing against his mouth.
"Shhh, Sela. The kids."
Mmm hmm... kids. They had 'em. But right now she was more concerned with coming.
His canines scratched against her bundle of nerves and she gasped, shivering with the pleasure and pain of the touch. While he licked and sucked on her hardened nub, his hands kneaded and caressed her ass, fingers dipping into the crevice between them and brushing her asshole.
"Yes," she hissed, loving the barest hint of ass play she was receiving. They didn't play back there often, but she loved a finger or cock in her ass.
"Shh."
If he shushed her one more time...
His tongue circled her clit, round and round and round. She ground against his mouth, looking for more. Her breathing grew heavier by the second, and she panted and moaned, dying to come as if her last breath depended on reaching her orgasm.
The tip of his finger slipped into her ass. "Yes!" she screamed, nerves tingling in response to the invasion.
"Be quiet, Sela," he ordered. "The kids."
And those two words killed the mood.
Sela dug her claw-tipped fingers into his hair and pushed him away, fangs distending. She rose from the bed and stomped for the door. "I'll do it myself then."
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Office of Kink and Karma Collection by Celia Kyle

Office of Kink & Karma (Collection)
by Celia Kyle
Cover art by Celia Kyle
ISBN: 978-1-60521-212-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Collections
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Bisexual and More, Shapeshifters, BBW
Length: Collection

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Blurb:

In a world where Normals and Extraordinaries are constantly at odds, Eric D'Amore is plagued with the ability to sense soul mates. A talent he puts to work on the case files of the Office of Kink and Karma...
Josh Martin doesn't care what the Council wants, he's not about to let them turn him into some boy toy. Until he's called to the Office of Kink and Karma, where he sees Emily's picture. Now he can't wait to get his thoughts -- and his hands -- on her. What's a Normal gal to do when she meets an Extraordinary who can arouse her with the touch of his mind? Enjoy his every thought, of course.
Theo and Jackson are partners in love and life, but both of them feel something's missing. It takes an order from the Office of Kink and Karma for them to admit their desire for a woman in their lives. And not just any woman -- Lara Kinley. Together they set out to seduce and capture Lara for their own.

Margaret Thompson is a prim and proper librarian by day and Dominatrix by night. Though she brings pain and pleasure to others, she can't seem to find "the one" for herself. When she orders a man from Triple E, Extreme Extraordinary Escorts, the last thing she expects is a hunk like Nathan Wells. Nathan hates working as an escort. And what does he know about BDSM? Nothing. But once he meets Margaret, he's more than willing to learn...

After playing matchmaker and setting up three couples, Eric D'Amore is ready to retire. To add to his stress, his used-to-be love and plaything, Melani, has shown up pregnant. To top it off, the office assistant he hired turns out to be a woman. Can things possibly get any worse?

Of course. It's the Office of Kink and Karma. Case closed.

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Melani sucked as she moaned around his shaft. He could feel her voice's vibrations through his body. The sound skittered across nerve endings as his orgasm slid down his spine and settled in his lower back. Any second now, he'd burst. His balls were drawing up tight against his body. His breathing came in heavy pants.
Her finger sizzled along the skin behind his balls and circled the opening of his ass. Fuck! This wasn't something she normally did, but it pushed him over the edge. His seed erupted from the head of his cock and he stared in awe as Melani didn't release him. She swallowed every drop of his come as his orgasm ripped through his body. His muscles tightened and tensed, hips jerking forward as she sucked and milked every drop of come from his body with her talented mouth.
Melani licked his shaft clean before releasing him with a soft pop. Standing, she drew her bra straps into place.
What was she doing? Being an equal opportunity using bastard meant he could still return the favor, even if he had just come like a freight train. "Melani?" he queried, giving her a confused look.
Stepping on tiptoes, she brushed a kiss across his mouth before stepping back. "I'm not your Melissa, Eric. It's time we both accept you don't hold any real feelings for me and move on. You don't love me and I love your money." She smiled, unapologetic.
He shouldn't have been surprised, but he was. Somehow, the scene always played out differently in his mind. He'd break up with the wounded, heart-broken Melani after a farewell fuck. Not the other way around.
Because Melani was right. She wasn't Melissa and Eric didn't believe anyone could replace her. Melissa had been his soul mate and now... He didn't have a heart or love to share with anyone any longer. Melissa had taken it with her the day she died. "So, I can't tempt you..."
"No, Eric. I'm off to find someone who will love me, just as you should."
"We've talked about this, Lani..."
"I know, I know. But you deserve to be happy, Eric."
"I make others happy, Melani. It's enough."
Melani turned on her heel and stomped away, snagging her dress off the couch as she walked. This was a conversation they'd had repeatedly and it looked like they'd be having it again. Waving her hand at him, she began her tirade. "You use your powers to pair people up. What makes you think you of all people can --"
"Lani, if I can fuck you with my mind, what makes you think I can't read people's auras and sense their soul mate is nearby? If I wandered around with you day and night, I'm sure I'd find the one person meant for you. It's just a matter of time."
"Really?" Her eyebrows raised and he could practically hear the gears turning in her mind.
"Yes, really."
"I still don't understand why you do it all for free."
Now, he truly saw the intelligence behind ending their relationship. Money had always been and always would be at the forefront of Melani's mind. "Because it is a gift, remember? I've had it since the moment of my birth and I won't charge people to make them happy. It's not happening."
"Fine."
Since nothing else was going to happen between the two of them, Eric pulled his pants up. When she slid her dress on and presented her back, they fell into their usual roles; he, the millionaire bachelor fighting to give the world love, and she, the greedy, yet sometimes lovely, gold digger.
Her hand reached up and squeezed his as it rested on her shoulder. "It was good while it lasted, huh, Eric?" "Yeah, Lani." Pressing a kiss to the top of her hand, he released her and watched Melani walk out of his life.

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Toys for Trish by Celia Kyle

Toys for Trish
by Celia Kyle

Cover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-878-4
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Magic and Mayhem, BBW, Madam Periwinkle's Erotic Delights
Series: Madam Periwinkle's Erotic Delights Multi-Author
Length: Novella

Blurb:

"Man, I’d like a ride on the two-ton Trish train…"
Trish nearly bludgeons her boss to death for voicing his desires, but somehow she fights past the urge to beat him with her stapler and simply gets even, then quits. Just before her grand exit, she gathers her meager possessions and leaves the accounting firm without a backward glance. A block from the office, as she drops yet another stack of papers, she realizes she needs something to carry everything in. She ducks into Madam Periwinkle’s Erotic Delights, where the gracious proprietor gives her a cardboard box with the promise that everything from her shop comes with a little something “extra.” If only she’d known…
Markham Woods can’t believe his luck! Ten years since he’d last seen Trish and now he’s nearly mowed her down on a city sidewalk. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Mark charms his way into spending the afternoon with the lusciously curved Trish. Mark has spent the last ten years wondering if only…

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Tomorrow’s headline: Man Bludgeoned to Death with Stapler.

Trish glared at her boss, the only man in the world who managed to hit on and insult her in the same breath. Clunk, click. She stapled another stack of financial statements together in preparation for her two o’clock meeting. Clunk, click. The two pounds of steel and aluminum teased her palm, begging her to whack the smug smile off the man’s face. Clunk, click. She took a deep breath. Cool air filled her lungs and became heated with her growing anger.
Man, I’d like a ride on the two-ton Trish train, he’d said. Two. Clunk. Ton. Click. Trish. Clunk. Train. Click.
She slammed the Swingline 747 business stapler on her desk. The rubber bottom collided with her Formica-clad desk with a satisfying thud and all eyes turned to her. The know-it-all admin who teased Trish mercilessly poked her head above her mauve cubicle wall and stared at her from behind blue-rimmed glasses. So eighties. The evil woman’s partner in crime, and the office’s token gay guy, stuck his head into the hallway, his too-tight shirt straining at the buttons. Just get “twink” tattooed on your forehead, asshole.
She straightened the pile of reports she’d compiled, pretending not to notice the stares and whispers. This was not her usual behavior. Not at all. Her usual response to her boss’s scathing yet suggestive remarks was to lock herself in her office or run home, claiming some sort of illness. Never, not ever, had she rolled her eyes, ignored him and then sat calmly preparing for her afternoon meeting. Well, calm was a tad of an overstatement. Possibly more than a tad.
At precisely two in the afternoon, she gathered the company’s financial statements, five copies in total for the bigwigs and herself, and proceeded to the conference room. Her boss wouldn’t know what hit him. She smiled all the way to her eyes, and she knew without looking that her dimples could be seen. Oh yeah, this was going to be good.
She entered the conference room first, plush carpeting silencing her arrival. Without pausing, she circled the table and placed the financials in front of each of the partner’s regular seats. In moments it would be her, three partners from the firm and her boss. She took her seat, or rather, her boss’s seat. The partners, with her boss in tow, arrived shortly thereafter and the man didn’t say a word about her seating choice. He just glared at her, the promise of retribution in his eyes. Ha! Just wait, asswipe.
The meeting began quietly as the meetings did each and every month. The partners always took a few minutes to review the firm’s financial statements in utter silence before questioning Trish on expenses and the firm’s performance. While she worked with a few select clients throughout the year and during tax season, her main focus was on the financial performance of the accounting firm, Johnson, Wales & O’Megan.
It didn’t take the partners long to discover her little “addition” or would that be “subtraction” from the financial statements.
Mr. Johnson was the first to speak up. “What! What’s this here above Payroll, Trish? Explain this… this expense.”
“Certainly.” She crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap to keep them from shaking. “I’ve been working for Johnson, Wales & O’Megan for eight years. For six of those years, I’ve been supervised by Jeff. While working under his supervision I have been subjected to more lewd comments, innuendo and derisive attitude than I care to mention or detail to you three at this point in time.”
Her boss tried to cut her off. “What? She’s --”
“Shut it, Jeffrey,” Johnson interjected.
“As I was saying, Jeff has made my life a living, breathing hell. Today, he asked me what it would cost to take a ride on the two-ton Trish train and indicated that the company would pay for it. I decided to take him up on the offer, calculated my worth and accrued the expense on the financial statement. Obviously, the final number will have to be negotiated with my lawyer, but I feel five million dollars is a good starting point for what I’ve had to endure.” She flipped through the pages in front of her. “And as you can see, I’ve accrued the estimated attorney’s fees for your representation as well as mine here in this section.” She pointed to the area of contention. There, on the operating statements, printed on the company letterhead, was a new section they’d never seen before. Just below General & Administrative Expenses and above Payroll was a new area: Two-ton Trish Train.
Damn, she’d gotten Jeff but good.

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Tomorrow, Tomorrow...

Is it wrong of me to title my post after a very famous song from a very famous children's movie on an Erotic Romance publisher blog? Probably. But, dammit, I just don't care. Why?

BECAUSE TOMORROW Tri Me IS OUT!!!

Woo-to-the-oot!

And how about a little 70's porn theme music? Bow, chick, bow bow.... You know what I'm talkin' bout baby... <- Said in my deepest Barry White-esque voice. So, yeah, I'm just bouncing around, waiting for the release... counting down the hours and minutes... Here's the blurb: Eric D’Amore is back and still struggling to pair Extraordinaries and Normals together. Good thing his next trio already shares a bit of history, otherwise his job would be nearly impossible.

Two men, one woman and some yummy man loving… What more could a woman ask for?

Lara Kinley is a schoolteacher by day and a waitress at TJ’s, the local Animali Extraordinary bar, by night. Everyone has to make sacrifices to get what they want, but will Lara’s sacrifices result in her dreams coming true and her wildest fantasies fulfilled?

Theo and Jackson are partners in love and life, but both of them feel something is missing. It takes the prodding of Eric D’Amore and an order from the Office of Kink and Karma for them to admit their desire for a woman in their lives to each other. Once they understand and accept the other’s needs, they embark on seducing and capturing Lara as their own. But can she open her heart to these two men and allow their love for her to solve all her problems?

And now (drum roll please....) a sneak peak at the opening chapter, just for ya'll:

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A slim, cool hand slid around Eric’s cock, pulling him awake with its slow, even strokes. His voice, gravely from sleep, called out the owner’s name. “Melani.”

She melded to him, pressing her breasts into his side, resting her head on his shoulder as her fingers worked their magic. Propping his arms behind his head, he relaxed under her touch. Sure, they’d decided to end their relationship for their own reasons, but damn, she knew which places to stroke.

“Eric, I’ve missed you.”

Her voice, a seductive purr, shot straight to his cock. She began snaking down his abdomen, skin slithering against skin, but he grabbed her shoulders, stopping her descent. “Not this time, Lani. We’ll both get our pleasure.”

Smiling and with a grace born of her years spent dancing, she climbed atop him, settling her moist, hot core over his cock. Her lithe, lean form, with its trim hips and deeply tanned skin, rose above him. Her dark brown hair cascaded around her shoulders in large curls.

Sliding his hands along her outer thighs, he squeezed and kneaded the firm flesh. Melani kept herself fit and trim; tight muscle covered every inch of her from head to toe and not a bit of fat or flab could be seen. She truly was the ideal woman for anyone but him. But here she was, in his house and in his bed, ready and willing.

Melani’s bare pussy slid along his cock, spreading her cream all over him as she moved. The warm, wet heat teased him, but he needed more. Grasping her hips, he controlled her motions. Back and forth, back and forth, over and over he moved her as he desired. She moaned her appreciation of his control. Each time the head of his cock slid near her opening, he barely resisted the urge to plunge into her depths. Each time he nudged her clit, she cried out in pleasure.

Melani pressed her hips down on his, slowing his movements, but increasing the friction. Having had enough of teasing her, he raised her hips up, poising his cock at her entrance and pressing into her slightly.

“Yes, oh God, yes!”

In one forceful thrust, Eric embedded his cock deep within Melani’s heat until her smooth, cream-slicked skin pressed against his groin. They lay joined, their breathing heavy as seconds ticked by, Eric giving her pussy a chance to adjust to his size. It had been a long time since they’d fucked.

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Yeah, I'm a tease, but you love me anyway, right? Right?

Ce ;)

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