Monday, March 5, 2018

#Read a Dirty #Excerpt from DOWN & DIRTY: DIESEL by #EroticRomance #Author Jeanne St. James #MCRomance

Down & Dirty: Diesel
Dirty Angels MC, Book 4

By Jeanne St. James

Buy NOW or read for FREE on Kindle Unlimited: http://amzn.to/2AxRct9



Blurb:

Welcome to Shadow Valley where the Dirty Angels MC rules. Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this is Diesel’s story…

She calls him “The Beast.”

Diesel, the MC’s Sergeant at Arms and enforcer, is tasked with not only keeping the club’s property and its members safe, but also taking care of “business” when needed. His motto, “live free, die free,” means he sees most women as nags and clingers and he wants none of that. The last thing he needs is to have one sitting on the back of his bike and trying to dictate his life.
Unlike the other DAMC women, Jewel wants to be an ol’ lady. Being born and raised within the club, her goal is to earn her place on back of a brother’s bike. But not just anyone’s. No, she had to pick the biggest, most pig-headed and quick-tempered of the bunch. The one she nicknamed “The Beast,” because that’s how he acts both in and out of bed. She’s wanted Diesel for so long she’s not about to give up the fight to become his. She’s bound and determined to win this battle one way or another.
Diesel fights his desire for Jewel until a rival MC threatens what he realizes is his, and no one gets away with that. No one.

Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, biker slang, cursing, some violence and, of course, an HEA. If you like alpha males who like to take charge, this book is for you.


Xcerpt:

“Woman, you don’t know what you’re doin’,” he finally muttered through clenched teeth.
“The fuck I don’t,” she lay on his bed, propped up by his pillows and cupped her tits, thumbing her own nipples, “beast.”
D’s nostril’s flared and he ripped off his cut, tossing it to the side. His eyes never left her as her fingers slid down her belly to her cunt and she slipped two fingers along the slit of her pussy.
Jesus fuckin’ Christ.
His chest felt as if it had caved in, but he yanked his shirt over his head. Bending over, he unzipped his boots and toed them off. He ripped off his jeans and socks at the same time then straightened, his cock in his hand.
He closed his eyes for a second as he stroked it, but for that whole second he was thinking what a huge mistake this was.
There was no going back from this.
She’s not mine, she’s not mine, she’s not mine.
The reminder didn’t help as he put a knee onto the bed making it sink under his weight.
He was going to do this.
They were going to do this.
There was no going back.
“Show me,” he grunted.
The fingers she had in her cunt scissored to show him how slick and pink her center was.
“Show me,” he grunted again.
Her fingers disappeared inside herself and she moved them rapidly, her other hand joining in, her thumb circling her clit. She was shaved bare and he hated that on women since it made them look like a little girl. And she was far from a little girl. He needed to tell her about that.
His thoughts quickly fled as her hips rose off the mattress as she fucked herself with her own fingers, her face flush and her lips parted as she whimpered. Her head rolled back and she cried out as her hands began to move at a frenzied pace.
His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe while watching her. He never saw anything so beautiful before.
Never.
Jesus.
And he hadn’t even touched her, yet. He realized he was squeezing his dick so hard that it was turning purple and the veins were bulging. He released the pressure and slid his palm up and down his length as Jewel’s hips shot off the bed again.
She groaned, moaned and when little mews escaped her, he could hardly hold himself back any longer.
But he wanted to watch her come first.
And when she did, he just about lost his shit.
She even called his fucking name when she came.
Before she was even done with her orgasm, he was up and over her, driving his cock deep.
 Then he stilled once he was fully seated inside her.
His mind swirled, his body tensed, and he couldn’t believe how warm, wet and tight she felt.
“Woman,” he grunted, shoving his face into her thick hair and inhaling her scent.
 There was no going back from this.
He was careful to keep the majority of his weight off of her as he began to move, slowly at first, marveling at how she squeezed him tight. Her legs circled his waist and she tilted her hips, giving him a better angle to hit that right spot. The one that made her wetter with each thrust.
“Diesel.”
He lifted his head and stared into her blue eyes. Slightly unfocused, their intensity could still be felt all the way deep into his soul.
She’s not mine, she’s not mine, she’s not...
Mine. She’s mine. She’s fuckin’ mine.

She’s mine. Makin’ her mine an’ only mine.

About the Author:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling erotic romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing. Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

To keep up with her busy release schedule check her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter: http://www.jeannestjames.com/newslettersignup


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Sunday, March 4, 2018

#NewRelease: DOWN & DIRTY: DIESEL by Jeanne St. James #MCRomance #ContemporaryRomance #KU

Down & Dirty: Diesel
Dirty Angels MC, Book 4

By Jeanne St. James

Buy NOW or read for FREE on Kindle Unlimited: http://amzn.to/2AxRct9



Blurb:

Welcome to Shadow Valley where the Dirty Angels MC rules. Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this is Diesel’s story…

She calls him “The Beast.”

Diesel, the MC’s Sergeant at Arms and enforcer, is tasked with not only keeping the club’s property and its members safe, but also taking care of “business” when needed. His motto, “live free, die free,” means he sees most women as nags and clingers and he wants none of that. The last thing he needs is to have one sitting on the back of his bike and trying to dictate his life.
Unlike the other DAMC women, Jewel wants to be an ol’ lady. Being born and raised within the club, her goal is to earn her place on back of a brother’s bike. But not just anyone’s. No, she had to pick the biggest, most pig-headed and quick-tempered of the bunch. The one she nicknamed “The Beast,” because that’s how he acts both in and out of bed. She’s wanted Diesel for so long she’s not about to give up the fight to become his. She’s bound and determined to win this battle one way or another.
Diesel fights his desire for Jewel until a rival MC threatens what he realizes is his, and no one gets away with that. No one.

Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, biker slang, cursing, some violence and, of course, an HEA. If you like alpha males who like to take charge, this book is for you.


Excerpt:

Chapter One

Shit.
He rolled to the right and hit another soft, naked body. That one fell to the floor with a yelp.
Fuck.
He kept rolling and knocked the third one out of his bed, too.
Jesus fuckin’ Christ.
His bed at church was way too small for four people. What the fuck had he been thinking?
Fuck him, he hadn’t.
A rustle of bodies in the dark, groans, grumblings and typical female bitching rose up.
“One of you bitches hit the light.”
The room stilled and got quiet.
“Now!” he barked.
He heard scrambling, cursing and squeals from stubbed toes. Then the bare bulb in the broken light fixture over his bed blinded him.
A few seconds later, he sat up in the middle of his mattress while his gaze bounced from one of Dawg’s new girls to the next. Three in total stood at the end of his bed blinking back at him like a bunch of brainless twats.
“Don’t fuckin’ just stand there, get dressed an’ get gone.”
“D...”
“No lip. Go.”
The women quickly sorted through the piles of clothes and shoes on the floor, picking up pieces and handing them to their rightful owner. Occasionally they would sneak a peek at him and he’d growl back at them.
“Faster,” he urged in a tone that encouraged no back talk.
Finally, when they were at least partially dressed, he pushed himself out of bed with a grunt, went to the door, opened it, and yelled, “Out!”
One by one they filed past him, still zipping, pulling and wiggling parts into place.
“Call me.”
“It was fun.”
“Anytime.”
Fuck that. He slammed the door shut.
He fucked up royally by bringing them up to his room. He rarely did that. And he never fell asleep with anyone in his bed, either. Ever.
They got ideas if you did.
They were always looking for a way to dig their claws into you and drag your ass down. He’d never let that happen.
“Live free. Die free,” was his motto right behind the club’s “Down & Dirty ‘til Dead.”
He lumbered into his bathroom, scratching his balls. He took a piss, which luckily didn’t burn, then checked for crabs.
He was the first one of the brothers to fuck those bitches, that’s why he picked them. He wouldn’t touch them again. Too risky.
He left the small bathroom and stepped over his own clothes, which were strewn all over the floor, to grab his cell phone from the nightstand. He pushed the power button to see the time.
4:33 AM.
Fuck, no wonder church sounded as quiet as a real church. The party was over. Everyone was passed out, asleep, had died or just simply left.
He picked up the box of condoms off the top of the scarred nightstand and peered inside.
Empty.
He glanced at the floor.
Damn.
He needed to get one of the sweet butts up there to pick up all the used condoms and discarded wrappers. She could do his laundry while she was at it. Because he’d let that go a little too long. He had more dirty clothes on the floor than he did clean shit in his dresser.
He was proud of himself, though. At almost thirty-three years old, he could still bang three women and last for hours. His endurance was legendary.
Yeah, in his own mind. He grunted.
Even so, he still had it. But he was getting too old for this shit.

About the Author:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling erotic romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing. Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

To keep up with her busy release schedule check her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter: http://www.jeannestjames.com/newslettersignup

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Saturday, March 3, 2018

#DirtyWords #DylanAndJessa #FriendsToLovers



Dirty Words
A Jessa Woods Novella
By: Erica Lynn
Genre: Erotic Romance / Romantic Comedy
Heat Level: 5
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Blurb:

Today’s dirty word is…
Jessa Woods has made it her career to educate others about sexual health. Whether it’s simple techniques, exploring sexuality, or spicing up relationships, her radio show, Dirty Words, is a local go-to for all things sexy.
Her personal life, however, isn’t so hot. With a jam-packed schedule and her work first and foremost on her mind, Jessa has little time to date, and her best friend, Jen, fears she’s become cynical.
When Jen slips her iPad full of steamy romance novels in Jessa’s bag before her big trip to a radio show festival, Jessa is less than impressed. However, after scanning a few titles and really looking at what these books have to offer, she realizes she may have been too quick to judge. After all, what’s the harm in examining some of these tropes?
Enter Dylan Masters, the always sexy radio engineer, who offers to explore them with her. Jessa’s always had a thing for Dylan, but she’d never cross that line with a coworker, and more importantly, a friend.
Well, except for that one time at the company Christmas party…
When Dylan proposes a weekend of hot, no expectations sex, Jessa’s determined to take the advice she so often gives and let loose. But she soon realizes their time together could end in total disaster.
Or, she may just come face to face with the dirtiest word of all…love.


Excerpt:

Jessa looked around for something to cover herself with, but the knocking only grew more insistent. She hobbled on weak legs over to the door, opening it only a tiny bit so she could poke her head out while still keeping her naked body hidden.
Dylan stood there, sexy as hell in a black tank top and loose grey shorts, with both hands above his head as he leaned on the doorframe. “You’ve got to stop.”
“Wh…what?”
“I can hear you…and…you can’t do this to me.”
“I’m not doing anything to you.”
“Excuse me?” Dylan’s eyes bored into hers, raw and electric. He took a step closer and lowered his voice so much she could barely hear him. “Jessa, I know what you’re doing. I can hear you. Through the wall.”
Jessa realized his face was dark red, his breathing heavy and ragged, and he sported a major hard-on that pressed against his shorts, begging to be let free. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you were back yet. I figured you’d be down there with the blonde. Anyway, I have to try these new products, so—”
“I’m not interested in her and you know it.”
“The way she was throwing herself at you, I assumed…”
“I only want one woman right now, and it’s not her. And you don’t have to be sorry. You aren’t doing anything wrong. Just, please, keep it down. It was hard enough looking at you all night in that dress, imagining those black heels digging into my ass, and now I have to hear you get yourself off? It’s too much. There isn’t a man alive who could take this kind of abuse.”
She took a deep breath and debated what to say next. A smart girl would shut the door and go back to her business. Turn on the TV so he couldn’t hear anything, get off, and then go to sleep. Yes, a smart girl would already be back on the bed with her hands between her legs, guiding the toy over her sweet spot. By herself. But Jessa was sick and fucking tired of being smart. Her head hurt, her sex ached, and she knew exactly who she wanted to make her come. To make her scream. To fuck her so good she wouldn’t be able to stand. Dylan. “So…help me.”
“Wh…what?”
“You heard me.”
“Are you sure?” He swallowed hard, his eyes heavy with lust and need. He wanted her. She could see it all over his face. “Because, babe, if I come in there, if we start this up again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop this time.”
She stepped back and opened the door, hoping like hell nobody would decide to take that moment to walk down the hallway to fetch some ice. “Don’t I look sure?”
Dylan growled, yes, he fucking growled, and stormed inside her room. He slammed the door behind him, ripping his black tank top up and over his head, then throwing it to the ground.
Jessa couldn’t help but lick her lips the second she laid eyes on those abs of his. She wanted to jump on top of him and lick every inch of those sinful muscles. “Come fuck me.”
“Not yet. First thing’s first.” He walked toward her, fire in his eyes, and picked her up into his arms.
She wrapped her legs around his waist just as her bare back hit the cool wall behind her.
He crushed his mouth to hers, and he wasn’t gentle about it. His lips demanded entry, and she willingly obliged. His tongue practically fucked her mouth as he swept it along every inch. Exploring her. Devouring her. Making her his. He finally pulled away, breathless, his body shaking slightly as he set her on her feet. “I’ve waited way too fucking long to kiss you. At the Christmas party I was too rushed, it was so unexpected, but not this time. This time you’re fucking mine.” He palmed her ass and squeezed, kneading the flesh between his fingers. “Now go lie down.”

About the Author:


Erica Lynn lives in Houston, TX with her husband, daughters, and dogs. She considers the beach to be her happy place and, as fate would have it, fell in love with her husband after a day of sun and sand.

She's a self­-proclaimed reality TV junkie, and especially loves The Real Housewives. In her few and fleeting spare moments, she loves to settle down with a nice glass of wine and a sexy book.

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Snapchat: msericalynn85

Friday, March 2, 2018

Desiring Lacey, Craving Stassi, Claiming Gigi... All $2.99 or FREE in KU!


3 steamy books
3 strong women
3 sexy as hell men
3 fantasies lived out to their fullest

You do NOT want to miss this series!





Lacey Wilson is a lot of things. She’s beautiful. Sweet. A little sassy. And about to be divorced. Now, on the verge of turning thirty, she’s on a mission to find herself, both emotionally and sexually. No attachments. No baggage. No problems. But when her best friend convinces her to attend a private party, where masked men and women go to have a little anonymous fun, she finds herself staring into the eyes of the most incredible man she’s ever seen, and caution gets thrown to the wind. After all, what’s just one night?

Cameron Jennings likes to keep things simple. He helps out at his father’s garage during the day, then goes home to a few beers and TV. No muss, no fuss. Until one night when he’s working as the doorman at a private party, and meets her… Once he slips the purple mask over Lacey’s eyes and gets a taste of what she has to offer, he’s done for.

With Lacey on a mission to rebuild her life, and Cameron completely infatuated, will she be able to convince him they could never have a real future after the way they met? Or will he prove her wrong?




Stassi Sanderson knows what it’s like to be alone. Her father left when she was six-years-old; her mother did her best, but may as well have gone with him. Those hard times taught her a valuable lesson: people always disappoint.

For Stassi, the private parties are her safe haven. From loneliness. From expectations. A place where she can slip on a mask and be the woman she wants to be, instead of the part she plays. The tall, stunning blonde who isn’t afraid to relax and simply feel. Who pushes her erotic boundaries. The party’s anonymity allows her to explore her own brand of intimacy on her own terms…until she meets him.

Alec Taylor goes after what he wants. He wanted a successful restaurant, he made it happen. When he began running the private parties as a favor to a friend, he turned them into an intensely erotic environment where people could live out their fantasies free of judgement. And now? Now he wants Stassi. Needs her. Craves her with a force he hasn’t felt in a long, long time.

As much as Stassi would prefer he be nothing more than a party favor, Alec is determined to show her the kind of man he is. A man who will love her, protect her, and never, ever leave.




Gigi Andrews has always been comfortable in her own skin. High heels and little black dresses never had jack on her combat boots and purple-streaked hair. She’s spontaneous. Fearless. And when she finds out he-who-shall-not-be-named is coming back into town a mere two years after he tore her heart into a million, agony filled pieces, she’s ready to get even.

Jackson Mirales is so close to opening his own photography studio he can practically taste it. While engagement and wedding shoots pay the bills, he’s ready to show the world what he’s capable of. Pictures that scream beauty. Desire. Lust. Everything he felt the second he laid eyes on her. He’ll do anything to get Gigi to pose for him, even if it means coming up with the most ridiculous scheme he can think of.

The stage is set. The rules laid out. Jackson and Gigi are ready to pull the wool over everyone's eyes in an effort to get what they want. After it’s all said and done, everything will go back to normal. But when feelings start to surface, they may find      something they hadn't even realized they'd been looking for.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Author Mary Quast's Birthday Contest

I turn 51 today and I'm going to celebrate all month long! I'm hosting a Birthday contest. Enter a new contest every week for a chance to win one of my books (ebook) and a pair of gorgeous earrings.

Week 1 begins today and I'll choose the winner on Sunday, March 11. 

I'm giving away a copy of my first book with Decadent Publishing. Handcuffs and Silk was in their first 200 books published and I was one of their first authors to write for the 1 Night Stand Series.

Along with the book, the winner receives a pair of silver-tone handcuff dangle earrings 
from Marysol Accesorries.


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