Jo Raven Blog Tour Inked Babies




Title : Inked Babies (The Inked Brotherhood Epliogue)
Author: Jo Raven 
Genre : Romance 
Photographer: Eric Battershell
Models: Burton Hughes and Coco Liliana Hughes
 
 
 
 
 
Five brothers in all but blood, five girls who love them, emerging from a past fraud with darkness and danger. There are wedding bells, and baby cries and laughter all around. They have found their happy ending.

Only one cloud is marring these blue skies, and it has to do with Zane, the rock of the brotherhood. Nobody knows exactly what is wrong, but here’s the thing, folks:

There are five of us, and we’re brothers in all but blood. We stand all for one and one for all. If you messed with one of us, you’ve messed with all of us. We protect our own.

And Zane is more than one of our own. He’s our leader. He’s our steady center. If our center shatters, we all shatter.

This brotherhood is strong. We’re gonna find out what troubles him and put it to rest, once and for all, bury it, stomp on it, crush it until it’s fixed or gone. 

Time we celebrated our happy ending.


 
 
 
 
“How many lines do you see?” Audrey asks. 
“I’m not drunk, you know.” 
“Maybe I am. Humor me.” We’re both kneeling on the cold tiles of the bathroom, but can’t seem to move from the spot. 
“Two. Red. Lines.” I lick my lips. “And that means?” 
She punches me in the shoulder. It’s like a kitten pawing at me. “Ash.” 
“What?” I grin. 
“You know very well what it means.” She starts to laugh, covering her face with her hands, and she sounds kinda hysterical. “Oh my God, Asher Devlin.” 
I can’t stop my grin from widening. “We’re having another baby.” 
The pregnancy test is positive. I knew it in my gut for weeks now that she was pregnant, and here’s proof. I feel sorta proud, and scared, and happy at the same time. 
I whoop and draw her into my arms to kiss her mouth. “I love you, Auds.” 
“Love you, too, but…” She trembles a little in the circle of my arms. “So soon? Scott is not even two yet. He’s still breastfeeding, for God’s sake.” 
I lower my hand to her still flat tummy. “And he’ll love a brother, or a sister to play with.” 
“It will be hard.” 
“We’ll be fine. We’ll do this together.” I bite my lip not to laugh at the look she sends me. “Well, I’ll help as much as I can. Rub your feet and all. Rub anything you need rubbed.” I lift my hand to cup one of her breasts, and yeah, I had thought her tits were heavier, and look, I’m right.  
“It’s your fault,” she mutters, that mutinous look still flashing in her green eyes. “You and your… your cock.” 
“It’s a super cock.” Apparently. I glance down where my dick is starting to rise to the occasion, tenting the front of my briefs. All this talk of baby making and the feel of her breast in my hand are giving it ideas. “Super Cock would like to say hi to Super Mommy.” 
“Stop it.” She punches my shoulder again, and I brush my thumb over her hardening nipple, making her gasp.  
Wow, her tits are almost spilling out of her fine-laced bra, and all I wanna do is drag her to our bed and sink into her. 
Looks like she’ll need some persuading first, though. Her fine brows are knit. “I’ll never finish my studies, not with another baby. Oh God…” 
“Hey. Auds.” I put my hand under her chin, tilt her face up until she’s looking at me. “Yes, you will. This baby wasn’t planned, hell, the previous one either, but we’re in this together. I meant it when I said it. I’ll help. We’ll find a way, and you’ll do everything you’ve ever dreamed of, okay? I promise.” 
She nods, her eyes filling up, but she’s smiling. “I want your babies, Ash. All your babies. I trust you.” 
My girl. I brush my mouth over hers, tasting her sweetness. “I hope I never give you cause to regret it.” 
“You won’t.” She smiles at me, and her expression turns dreamy, just like it did the time we found out she was pregnant with Scott. Her hand covers mine over her tummy, and I try to imagine us with another baby. 
A sudden stab of panic hits me, and I swallow hard. “Am I… Am I doing this right, Auds? With you and Scott? Am I…?” 
“You’re the perfect daddy,” she whispers, calming me down like every time my fears flare up. “You’re amazing, and I’m yours.” 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Release Blitz – His Doll by Isabella Starling




Title: His Doll 
Author : Isabella Starling 
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“How does that make you feel, doll?” 
Too young. 
Too innocent. 
Too pretty. 
Too fucking off limits.
And I don’t give a damn. 
I may be a jackass. 
I may be a pervert. 
But she needs to belong to me. 
She’s my patient and I’m supposed to help her. 
I know how to do just that, even if she doesn’t like it at first.
I’m going to make her my pretty little doll.


 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
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I bend her over and she moans out loud. 

 

“Not here,” she begs me. “Fuck, not here, please…”

 

“Right here,” I breathe into her ear. “Right here in the hallway. Where anyone can walk in on us. That’s what you get, doll. You wanted people to know, didn’t you?”
I lift up her skirt and she gasps as the cool air hits the skin of her thighs. I slap her ass, hard, and she mewls like a little kitten.
“You wanted to brag about us,” I groan in her ear. “So here you go, doll, anyone can see us now, they just have to walk outside of the classroom.”
“Please!” her voice is desperate as I rip her panties off, discarding the fabric on the floor. She’s fucking soaked, her cunt weeping for me.
“Please what?” I ask her roughly, parting her ass and fumbling with my zipper.

 

 

“Fuck me,” she begs after a moment’s silence. “I can’t take it, fuck me, Jacob, please…”
 
 
 

 

 

 

Release Blitz – The Hopeless by Kristen Hope Mazzola and Dawn Robertson

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The Hopeless by Kristen Hope Mazzola & Dawn Robertson is NOW AVAILABLE!! #FREE with Kindle Unlimited!

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Blurb:

I am not a good person.

In fact, I am the worst of the worst. I am a god. I give life and I taketh away. I can ruin someone at the drop of a hat and often do it for fun. Yet the world would never know. I smile for the cameras and live the privileged life. But with every vile existence comes the opportunity for redemption.

She is my Redemption.

I am the Huntress.

Society doesn’t realize how deadly I truly am.

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Start at the beginning!

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I am not a good person. In fact, I am the worst of the worst. I was dragged down into the gutter and have thrived in this seedy underbelly where I was recreated. Reborn as Eleanor McGuire, socialite and professional hitwoman. The filthiest, dirtiest, high profile pieces of shit, I end them.

I am the huntress.

Corrupt men are my prey.

Coming soon on January 2, 2017

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I am a good person.

In fact, I am the best of the best. I am a saint. I made the greatest sacrifice of my life in hopes of forgiveness from my sins. I saw the light and he saved me from the darkness.

I am Nameless.

Does anyone know who I really am?

Dawn and Kristen want to warn you: this is not for the faint of heart! But if gore, violence, and extreme sexual situation are your cup of tea, this is the series for you.

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About the Authors:

Kristen Hope Mazzola

I am just an average twenty-something following my dreams. I have a full time “day job” and by night I am an author. I guess you could say that writing is like my super power (I always wanted one of those). I am the lover of wine, sushi, football and the ocean; that is when I am not wrapped up in the literary world.

Please feel free to contact me to chat about my writing, books you think I’d like or just to shoot the, well you know.

A portion of all my royalties are donated to The Marcie Mazzola Foundation.

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Dawn Robertson

Three times best selling author Dawn Robertson was born and raised in Connecticut before relocating to Florida in 2013. The same year first novel, Hers debuted as an Amazon Best Seller. Replicating that success with two additional novels in the following years.

The Indie publishing world has grown to love her raw writing style depicting strong
women in real life situations, topping the charts in erotica, romance, and romance-suspense. Robertson has even insinuated that the female characters in her book mirror her real life. But, that I’ll leave to speculation.

When Dawn Robertson is not writing she is a full-time Real Estate professional in Florida, and mother of three amazing children.

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Release Blitz – Venerable by Laura B. Martinez

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Venerable

By

Laura B. Martinez

Cover Designer: Lucy Holland

Release Date: November 30th

Genre: Romantic Suspense/Thriller

Hosted by : Chance Promotions

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Synopsis:

Innocent. Confused. Curious.

She was a girl in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He saved her.

He took her from the hands of an animal just to throw her to the Monsters.

For the first time in his whole life, he wished he wasn’t the

worst of them all

Will the darkness extinguish Sebastian’s only light?

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Excerpt:

Mason and Geoffrey barged in, sending the door crashing to the wall. I instantly let go of her lip and felt the loss of its warmth.

“For fuck’s sake, Bastian.” Mason breathed heavily. “Why the hell didn’t you wait for me?” He glared at me and then I saw his eyes grow wide when he saw
her at my table.

A pang of jealousy hit me with such force that I put myself in front of him obstructing her from his view.

“Don’t look at her,” I seethed.

“Whoa, calm down, man,” he said with a smirk.

“I’m sorry, Mason.” I tried to compose myself. What the fuck was that? I had never once talked to him like that, like I meant to hurt him.

I could feel Geoffrey’s stare. He didn’t say a word. I knew what he was thinking though; I knew why he was watching me closely.

“It’s cool, man, but,” he pointed at the unconscious man lying on the ground, “What’s not cool is that I didn’t get a chance with that piece of shit. Is he
dead?” he asked.

“No, I just knocked him out cold. I still have unfinished business with him.” I turned to look at him, anger still present.

“What now?” Geoffrey finally asked.

“Put him in the chair and tie him up, I’ll come back to him in a few,” I answered.

“What are you going to do?” Geoffrey asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

“I’m taking her out of here, to my suite. She needs medical attention,” I replied, evidence of my own worry present in my voice.

“I could do that if you’d rather stay here and take care of him now,” Geoffrey offered.

“No.” I couldn’t stomach anyone but me touching her, not even Geoffrey. “It’s fine, I’ll take her to my suite. You can come with me if you like, make sure
no one sees her and call the doctor once we get there.”

“Yes, I think it’s best. Mason can handle him by himself.” Geoffrey turned and looked at Mason. He wasn’t asking, he was ordering him to do what he said.

“Of course I can, who do you think you’re talking to?” Mason tried to lighten the mood. Something he always had to do while being around me.

I walked back to her. She was still out so I got rid of her restraints as gently as I could, the adrenaline was still running through my veins and I didn’t
want to hurt her.

Did I?

My mind went back to the moment I first saw her. I knew something was wrong. What I didn’t…couldn’t admit, was that something was wrong with me, again.

I fought so hard not to let this feeling crawl its way back to the surface, but I was losing the battle already because while she lay there, terrified and
completely helpless, I couldn’t decide what I wanted more.

To fuck her or to kill her.

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Laura hails from Hell, as a destroyer of hopes and a keeper of souls, she enjoys writing dark and twisted tales while destroying the lives of happy people.
As a seeker of knowledge, she’d rather spend hours doing research than join the land of the living in the outside world. When she takes a break from
devastating humankind with her words, you can find her enjoying the pleasures that can only be obtained from her other favorite forms of art: movies,
music, and coffee.

 
 
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A Christmas novella where everyone gets their just desserts.
Olive had a major crush on Hank in high school. She was the too-smart, slightly chubby girl who gawked as Hank ran track and made all the cheerleaders swoon. After high school, the two went their separate ways. Olive opened a yoga studio and swore off sweets while Hank traveled the world. No problem, right? At least there wasn’t a problem until Hank moved back to town and opened a candy shop across the street from Olive’s studio. Now, Olive will do everything she can to shut her old crush down. But Hank has other plans, and all of them end with an Olive sundae.

Author’s Note: This is a sweet Christmas treat that will leave you satisfied, yet desperate for a little taste of sugar.
   “So, what’s your poison?” He turns and places the boxes on the counter between us.
  “Just whatever you have is fine.” I try not to look at the swirling lollypops, jars of jellybeans, or rows of frosted cookies. The caramel candy apples with chocolate drizzle almost catch my eye, but I look away before I become ensnared.
    He sidesteps to the candy apple display. “Try one.”
   “No.” I keep my tone level. “Just pack up whatever you want to donate, and I’ll be on my way.”
   He smiles, and butterflies go to war in my stomach. Lightly tanned skin, bright eyes, and dark hair are still my weakness, almost as much as the mouth-watering candy apple he picks up and holds out to me. “Give it a try.
    I just put these out this afternoon. The apples are tart, and I made the caramel myself.”
I glance at the proffered treat. My sweet tooth demands that I take it, but my will is far stronger. “No, thank you.”
   His smile grows, as if he already knew I’d decline. Then he raises the apple to his mouth and takes a bite. The perfectly ripe apple makes a delectably crisp crunch between his teeth. I watch as he licks the stray caramel from his lips, and I wonder just how sweet he’d taste.
   “What was that?” He takes another bite.
   “Hmm?” Lord help me, but I stare. Watch his Adam’s apple bob and follow the movement down into his flannel shirt right where the tan skin disappears behind the fabric.
   He grabs a small plate and sets the rest of the apple down. “You just made a noise is all. Like a high-pitched sigh.”
   My face burns bright red. A sigh? I made a noise? “No. I don’t think so.”
   “Yeah, you did.” He grins. “Almost as if you’d enjoyed that as much as I did.”
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Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.
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Blog Tour and Rafflecopter Giveaway! – Hail Mary by Nicola Rendell

 
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At a boxing gym in Chicago, Mary Monahan accidentally knocks out the most handsome man she’s ever met. After she wakes him up with a few slaps and some smelling salts, the very first thing he does is ask her out for ribs and beer. His name is Jimmy. He looks like a Gillette model. And he’s just too hunky to resist.

Jimmy “The Falcon” Falconi is mystified that Mary has absolutely no idea who he is. Mystified and refreshed. He is, after all, not your everyday NFL quarterback. He shops at Costco, has a soft spot for Pinterest, and is in the midst of an epic losing streak.

Jimmy falls for Mary fast and hard, the way he does everything—balls out and like it’s fourth and long. And he realizes he’s finally met his match. That stamina he’s so proud of? Doesn’t stand a chance against her Kegels.

But what they don’t know is she’s also his new physical therapist, recently hired by the Bears to work on his rotator cuff…and groin injury. If she can’t help him, he’ll be traded faster than they can say “offensive penetration.”

In spite of the thousands of internet memes featuring Jimmy’s face with captions like: “HEY GIRL, WANT TO TOUCH MY BALLS?” Mary finds herself falling for him and his unrelenting desire to make her his.

Until a toddler shows up at Jimmy’s door.

And throws their lives into total chaos.

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To the reader: Contents includes love, sweetness, naughtiness, honey, champagne, and an HEA. Safe.


With her hand in mine, I hail a cab on Fullerton. She isn’t saying much, and I like that. I like talking to her, getting dirty, watching her lose her words. Because I’ll tell you what, I’m planning on her losing a shitload more than that before I’m done with her. Losing everything to me. That’s the fucking plan.
The cabbie pulls off to the other side of the road a little way up from us and puts on his hazards to tell us he’s waiting. As we head for the crosswalk, I kick aside a drift from one of the plows, but it’s unsteady footing, icy and slick. As she begins to slip, her grip on my hand tightens.
“That’s enough of that,” I tell her, and scoop her up into my arms, newlywed-style.
She squeals and hangs on tight. She fits fucking perfectly in my arms, and I love the way she feels tight against me. Her fingers slip past my collar, and her fingernails dig gently into the back of my neck. “I can walk,” she says, mostly to my mouth. Then she raises her eyes. “It was just slippery.”
I don’t answer right away. I don’t want to come on too strong. I don’t want to scare her, but I don’t want there to be any fucking mistake at all about what I want or how I plan to get it. “I know you can. I’m sure you can do pretty much everything.”
Her eyes glisten, and I hoist her up a little higher in my arms. The walk signal starts flashing its hand as we get to the other curb. “I’m no shrinking violet.”
“Good. Because I’m going to need you to come strong for me tonight.”
Her body reacts before her face does, her back arching under my hand, that bend so delicate under my palm.
“Multiple times. Loudly.”
She presses her face to my chest and moans out what sounds like, “Who are you?”
“And you’re going to tell me what you like and how you like it. We’re not going to fuck around. Communication, pussycat. That’s the key.”
There go her words again. I’m getting to know that glaze in her eye, disoriented with desire. “And what about you?”
Now we’re even with the cab, but I’ve still got some things she needs to know. “I don’t come until you do. At least twice.”
She’s got no answer for that, so I bring her chin up toward me, stretching her pretty neck out with my thumb on her jaw. “You hear me?”
She nods. She breathes. She blinks.
“That’s how it’s going to go.”
“I think I can handle that.”
I laugh, sending a plume of steam out of my nose. This girl has no idea how badly I want her. How badly I need her. How fucking hard I am already to get inside her. “Yeah? You think so? You think you can handle me?”
Her eyes widen a little. “I think so,” she whispers.
Then I let her slip from my arms, such a fucking shame, but I’m not about to let her open her own door. As she gets into the cab—on the street side, the safe side—I say into her ear, “We’ll just see about that.”
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COVER REVEAL: Dirty Dealers by Tia Louise

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Dirty. Sexy. Deadly.
Dirty Dealers by Tia Louise arrives on January 24th!

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Blurb:

My job is to protect.
I’m the best, the king’s elite.
She’s the only thing strong enough to make me look away.

Logan Hunt is a guard. He’s constantly aware of his surroundings; he knows every angle; he searches and rescues. He’ll take a bullet.

His new assignment is to protect the queen regent, keep his eyes on her at all times. He’s more than up to the task…

Until a face from his past returns, and the one mission he’s sworn to complete becomes his biggest liability.

DIRTY DEALERS is an all-new stand-alone CONTEMPORARY ROMANTIC SUSPENSE coming Jan 24, 2017. It features secrets, lies, double-crosses, angst, a touch of darkness, and panty-melting sexytimes.

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About the Author:

The “Queen of Hot Romance,” Tia Louise is the Award-Winning, International Bestselling author of the ONE TO HOLD series.

From “Readers’ Choice” nominations, to picking up USA Today “Happily Ever After” nods, to winning “Favorite Erotica Author” (2015) and the “Lady Boner Award” (2014) (LOL!), nothing makes her happier than communicating with fans and weaving new tales into the Alexander-Knight world of stories.

A former journalist, Louise lives in the center of the USA with her lovely family and one grumpy cat. There, she dreams up stories she hopes are engaging, hot, and sexy, and that cause readers rethink common public locations…

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Rachael Tonks Burn With Me Release Blitz

 

Title: Burn With Me 
Author: Rachael Tonks 
 
 

 

 

 

Caleb. 

I’m a monster.

What I did in my past will forever haunt me.

I don’t deserve anything but pain after all I’ve done. No love. No happiness.

Knowing I didn’t deserve love didn’t stop me from wanting it. From wanting her.

The first time my eyes laid sight on her, I was captivated. As much as I try to fight the want, I can’t get her out of my head. She consumes every part of my mind.

I can’t stay away. I don’t want to stay away.

But I know the minute she finds out about my past, about where I’ve been and what I’ve done, she will hate me.

Amber.

Starting a new life in Portland with my best friend, I never expected to meet anyone. I didn’t want to either. But then my path collided with his. The dark, steely eyed man that hides away from the world. Caleb is an absolute mystery, keeping everything locked away and hidden.

I need more. Want more.

He’s an addiction for me. A drug I can’t and don’t want to withdraw from.

I’m determined to know all he’s hiding.



When the fire of their passion collides with his hidden past, Amber must decide to let him endure the pain alone or burn with him.


 
 
 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 

Rachael Tonks is a contemporary romance author with a love of books, and a particular love of the romance genre. As a child Rachael could always be found with her head in a book, but it wasn’t until the beginning of 2015 when Rachael’s love of books really took over.
Reading spurred on her desires to put pen to paper, and write down the story of the characters screaming for their story to be told. Starting out her career with a new adult romance novel, she is currently working on her fourth novel which she plans to release early 2017. Rachael lives in the steely suburb of Sheffield, in the north of England with her family and her 2 crazy dogs. She loves nothing more reading with a good cup of tea and is self-proclaimed chocoholic!

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

EXCERPT REVEAL: Three Sweet Nothings by Nikki Sloane

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Three Sweet Nothings is coming on December 12th – your dirty sweet tooth will thank you! Keep reading for an extra hot excerpt!

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Blurb:

Five years ago, we’d been together and on fire, but the flames burned us both. Now she’s back in my life and is all my wildest fantasies in the flesh.

I want her. The desire is too powerful to argue against, but I’m not interested in what we had. This is an arrangement about pleasure and finding out who we are behind closed doors. There won’t be talk of love or any sweet nothings whispered by either of us.

This time, I’ll control the heat between us and make sure neither of our hearts get too close to the flames.

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I grasped Ruby’s hips and dropped a final kiss on her mouth. “Turn around,” I said, using the most seductive voice I had. “Finish what you were doing.”

She rotated slowly in my hold until her back was to me. Then she picked up the sifter with one hand, and turned the crank on the side with her other. Perfect. I skated my fingers along the waistline of her jeans, moving steadily toward the front, putting my arms around her.

Her voice was all-knowing. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry about it.” I popped the button free at the top of her fly, and nuzzled my way into the crook of her neck. The loose hairs that had slipped out of her ponytail tickled my nose. She shivered when my mouth connected with her soft skin. Did she smell like vanilla because of her baking, or because she was just fucking delicious?

“Oh,” she sighed, and the sifter slowed to a distracted crawl.

I nibbled the curve of her neck while inching down her zipper. My voice was sinful. “We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet, and you’re already losing focus.”

The crank resumed its noisy turning, but she tilted her head to the side, granting me more access to feast on her neck. Every little shudder and sigh she gave was so fucking sexy. I wanted to devour her.

When her task appeared to be done, I slid my hand down the front of her undone jeans and eased my fingers inside her panties. Jesus, she was wet already, and my cock hardened. I pressed it against the flat of her ass, letting her feel what she did to me.

“Oh, God,” she jerked when I twitched my fingers. The metal sifter clattered on the counter so she could brace herself with her hands. I sucked hard on her neck, not caring if I gave her a hickey like I was a goddamn teenage boy.

I wasn’t above marking her as mine. That was what she’d be after tonight. I was already hooked on her, so it only seemed fair.

Her hands gripped the counter’s edge so furiously, they went white as I traced my fingers over her damp clit. Her head tilted and lolled backward until it was heavy on my shoulder. Ruby’s eyes were closed and her mouth open so she could suck in labored breaths.

“What’s next?” I asked. “You need to add the flour to the eggs?”

She nodded, not even opening her eyes, although she made a face. Like my question was annoying and had disturbed her contentment.

“Then get to it.” I withdrew my hand and gripped the sides of her jeans and panties. I jerked them down her long legs, revealing her beautiful, creamy skin.

We were right beside the mixer and it meant she didn’t have to walk anywhere, which was good. Her jeans and underwear were wadded around her ankles. She looked amazing like this. The long sweater stopped just where her cheeks did, and it teased me with flashes of the bottom of her ass whenever she moved.

I grabbed the oven mitts I’d thrown off, put them on the floor behind her, and knelt on them, giving me a much better view of her perfect ass.

There was noise from the counter above. She’d pulled a clean rubber spatula from the dish rack and, in her haste, she’d nearly dumped the whole thing over. I fanned my hands around the globes of her bottom and squeezed, causing her to jolt once again.

She was so cute. Flustered and sexy, but she was standing up straight. “Bend over a little. I need to see that pussy, sweetheart.”

Whoa.

A rush of memories came flooding back. When we’d been together, I’d called her sweetheart occasionally. It slipped out now before I could stop it. A habit that wouldn’t die, or something more? She followed my command, leaning over, and it caused the sweater to lift and expose more of her nakedness.

She was all pink, and lush, and mine.

“Oh, fuck.” She gasped the words as I bent forward and buried my face in the seam of her legs. “Kyle. I can’t do anything when you’re doing that.”

“You can, and you will. Finish,” I gave her a playful bite on a cheek, “or you don’t get to.”

She groaned, both in satisfaction and frustration as I resumed teasing her with my tongue. She tasted so good. Sweet. Perfect. A taste I couldn’t get enough of.

About the Author:

Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a team of graphic artists. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, is married with two sons, writes dirty books, and couldn’t be any happier.

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