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Bring on
the Heat ~ Sale ends February 15
Available
at $.99, now through Valentine’s Day!
Bring On the Heat: Erotic Romance Box Set
(Bad Boys and Alphas and Handcuffs, Oh my!)
A collection of erotic tales from
today’s hottest authors, featuring BDSM love stories, ménage romps, and
everything in between. No matter what your taste in erotic romance, we’ve got
you covered and then some! Warning: These stories may require readers to seek
out a cold drink and a hot man…
AUTHORS
AND THEIR NOVELLAS
Emma Lai - Riding
Rodeo Contemporary Western ménage
Anh Leod - Clockwork
Captive Paranormal/steampunk
Cari Quinn - Jingle
Ball (More the Merrier book 1)
Contemporary ménage
BUY LINKS
REVIEW SNIPPETS
Reviews for the Boxed Set:
Five Stars:
“Hot can't even begin to describe this book. Makes one want to say please
Master may I have another!”
Five stars:
“Feel like I hit the jackpot with this boxed set!”
Five stars:
“I loved every single one! This collection is amazing! One hot steamy sexy
story after another!”
Reviews for specific stories:
Cherry Tune-Up, by Adriana Kraft: Five
Stars “Well, after meeting Jack, no other man would ever come into my stream of
consciousness again.”
First Kiss, by Ann Mayburn: Five
Stars “Super sweet fem-dom. I want a Ryan of my own.”
Caught, by Cassandra Carr: Five stars “The
story picks up right away and keeps you on a roller-coaster.”
Breaking Skye, by Eden Bradley: Five
Stars “Together, we experience a beautiful story of love, healing and the power
of a good, sexy spanking.”
SELECTED EXCERPTS
Riding
Rodeo, by Emma Lai
The bell over the door tinkled as a new customer entered the bakery.
When she glanced over the shoulder of her current customer, elderly Mrs.
Thompson, Amanda Goodson’s breath caught. Bright afternoon sunshine from a
beautiful late-spring day entered the storefront window and cast a delicious
glow over the tastiest man Amanda had ever laid eyes on. A navy blue T-shirt
clung to broad shoulders, a muscled chest, and six-pack abs. Brawny thighs
strained the denim of a pair of faded jeans, and she knew from a previous
encounter that the material hugged a firm ass.
She licked her lips. The rodeo was back in town.
When their gazes locked, Sean Cassidy winked. Thanks to the shirt, his
eyes were more blue than gray, almost as blue as the clear sky over Houston
today. He strode toward the counter with a slow rolling of hips, his cowboy
boots―polished to a high sheen―clomping against the slate floor with each step.
The rhythmic tattoo of his sexy walk called to mind their one
headboard-banging-against-the-wall, marathon ride.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
She wasn’t sure if it was her heartbeat or echoes of her memory. Sweat
moistened her palms, but it wasn’t sweat tickling the insides of her thighs.
Damn the man. He could still make her cream her panties even though their
one-night stand happened more than a year ago.
One year, six months, and some change, but who was counting?
Burned, by Amber Kallyn
The Other
was here.
Lowering
the truck window, Calla Dragos sniffed the chilly afternoon. Pine trees,
asphalt. All overshadowed by the distinct stench of sulfur. Her stomach
lurched, vileness rising to choke her. As she drove into the blink of a town,
it grew stronger, overpowering all other senses.
Drawing
closer to the Jasper Fire Department, she focused on keeping her clammy hands
on the wheel, her concentration on the light traffic. Keeping her foot on the
gas pedal, rather than slamming the brakes and fleeing.
How could
he be here?
It was bad
enough her job as an arson investigator brought her to this small, mountaintop
town of Jasper, Arizona. Bad enough she’d left her family behind in the midst
of yet another argument about her independence. The possibility of facing Eric
brought tremors to her body.
Parking her
cherry red pickup in front of the station, Calla shaded her eyes from the late
afternoon sun and searched the colorful wood-front buildings. The stench faded.
Eric marked
her, then fled. Like a coward. And he was a coward. She needed to remember that
fact. Otherwise, the fear coiling in her heart would drive her batty.
After a
couple deep breaths, she calmed the nausea a little. She could do this. She
would do this. And if that bastard decided to show up, she’d face him with all
her strength.
Calla
stepped from the truck on shaky legs, smoothed her navy skirt and slipped on
the matching jacket. Reaching across the seat, she grabbed her oversized black
bag, which held a notebook, pens and her kit. After another soothing breath,
filling her lungs with the crisp mountain air, she headed around the corner to
the firemen’s entrance.
Giggles
drew her attention to a group of barely-eighteen girls, scantily dressed. And
the man they huddled near.
In nothing
but low-slung jeans, the top button carelessly undone, the man gave off the
rugged air of a male underwear model with a sexy, take me to your bedroom now
look. His blond hair, slightly too long for a clean-cut look, dripped water,
from a recent shower maybe. Or a drenching with the hose. The scruff on his
chin, a shade darker than his hair, enhanced the bad boy aura.
while the sale price lasts!
Price goes up from $.99 to $2.99 on February 15
