Finally Finn by Brandace Morrow: Release Day Blitz & Giveaway
Work of Art The Masterpiece by Ruth Clampett: Release Blitz
Isn’t it always when you think your life is looking up, that you have to be batted back down? You finally think you’re climbing your way out of the hole, until someone steps on your hands.
I thought our relationship was evolving past benefits and into committed, until I realized that everything I knew about the man in my bed was a lie.
Call me a fool, but I help him anyway.
Brandace Morrow is a full time mom of four, and currently stationed overseas with her sexy soldier. Her recent obsessions are Maroon 5, Luke Bryan, The Pretty Reckless, rum and coke, and reading, in no particular order. Despite being terribly awkward with social media, she’s everywhere. Frequently subjecting the public to pictures of her minion’s messes, and everything that is momdom in the Morrow house.
Has Max, the bad boy of the art world been tamed just as his girlfriend, Ava’s star begins to shine? Anything can happen in Los Angeles, a world where heroes become villains and the rogue saves the day.
An unexpected plane ticket leads our heroine to a meeting that will change her life.
What happens when what’s most precious to you slips out of your grasp? How fiercely will you fight for the one you love?
Join Max and Ava for the dramatic and passionate conclusion to the Work of Art trilogy
Work of Art- The Inspiration
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Hours later, I open my eyes. The room is dark except for the reflection
of the outside streetlights giving the sheer curtains on the tall windows
a platinum glow. It takes a long moment for me to realize where I am
and that Max isn’t next to me. In his place are ripples of sheets that
have been peeled back. I’ve kicked off the sheets and lie on my side,
I hear him breathing…deep and ragged. In the dim light, I see
movement. As my vision adjusts, I spy Max sitting in the armchair
next to our bed.
Gloriously naked, his legs spread and his head leaned against the
back of the chair, he slowly strokes himself as he watches me. It’s incredibly
erotic, and my desire for him overwhelms me. When our eyes
meet, he moans and strokes himself again.
The sight of him instantly arouses me, and I lick my lips as his
hands move over what’s mine. His cock looks so commanding from
this angle, and I want him badly. I look up, my expression burning.
“Do you mind if I watch?” I whisper in a sleepy voice.
“You want to watch what you do to me?” He gives me a wicked
I nod and run my hand over my breasts, circling my nipples.
His lips part. “You were moaning in your sleep, Angel. You got me
so worked up, and I didn’t want to wake you, so I came over here and
imagined what you were dreaming about.”
“What did you imagine?” I slip one hand between my legs and
slowly stroke myself. I notice his fist tighten over his erection.
“Remember that night in the O’Keeffe Museum? We got so turned
on by the art, I had you up against the wall with my cock inside of you.
You wanted me so much it made me crazy.”
“I remember, are you kidding? You were wild.”
His eyes roll back as he shudders. It takes him a moment to start
“So, I started imagining us in the room near the back of the Picasso
museum. Remember the wide bench?”
“The leather bench we sat on for a while?”
“Yes, you’re naked and spread out on that bench, and I’m kissing my
way up your thighs to your sweetest spot.”
I moan and stroke further into my wetness. “You really like going
down on me, don’t you? I mean, you don’t just do it to satisfy me.”
“You have no idea how much I love it.” He groans and watches me
“So, did you fuck me in the Picasso museum?”
He gives me a naughty smile. “Yes, I fucked you, but we haven’t finished
yet. You woke up and interrupted my fantasy.”
I squint and flash him a wicked smile. “Yes, I’m such a distraction.”
“What were you dreaming that made you thrash around and moan?”
From the steamy look in his eyes, I imagine he wants to know he owns
me in sleep too.
I pause, pulling the memory out of the folds of my mind. “I dreamt
that we were in a room with dark burgundy walls and burning candles
around the room. There was no ceiling, just the night sky filled with
stars, and I was crouched low on this huge bed, purring like a wild
He leans forward in his chair, and his whole body is tense. I’m
beside myself over the way his fist moves with purpose as he listens.
“What was I doing?”
I roll over, get up on all fours and lean down. My sensitive nipples
graze the soft white sheets, and I arch my back so that my ass is higher.
I move my fingers back to where I’m wet. “You were taking me from
I love the anticipation building as he rises off the chair and approaches
the bed. The testosterone in the air intoxicates me. The bed sags and the heat
from his thighs warms mine before his strong hands settle on my hips.
He pushes into me slowly, so slowly, until I’m beyond full.
“Ava,” he gasps, as he slowly pulls out again.
“Yes, just like my dream…You feel so good,” I groan, as he pushes
back inside and I grind against him. “Is this better than your fantasy?”
“There’s no better with you, Angel… ’cause it’s all perfect…”
“Every…” He pushes into me hard.
I brace myself from falling forward as his movements become more
His heat builds inside me, and he groans before we lose ourselves
in the moment. He’s all hardness and passion, strength and command.
I submit again and again as my fingers stroke the circle of pleasure
closed. When we climax, there’s no breath, no words, just the explosion
of our bodies combusting before he falls over me.
Author: Ethan Radcliff
Release Date: March 17, 2015
Published by: Bitten Press, LLC
Genre: Erotic Romance
Joe always hooks up with the wrong women, head jobs and debutantes looking to further their own careers. Joe’s had it, he’s crashing and he’s doing nothing to stop his decent into his own personal hell.
Darlene Russo is a single mom and a huge boxing fan. Except she can’t afford to attend any of the bouts, she watches from afar, she’s a cleaning lady for the biggest sports arena in Brooklyn, New York.
Darlene finds the drunken boxer, and helps him get home. The next morning she wakes up in his bed, scared and confused. Their night together comes in on her, the lovemaking and their use of no protection. Her worries were just beginning and Joe Murphy would face the test of his life.
“Look at me,” Joe said as his fingers went under Darlene’s chin. “You’re very attractive.” Darlene trembled his touch was warm, gentle and his voice soothing so confident. He ran a finger over her bottom lip.
“You’re trembling, I like that. Tells me a woman’s body is reacting and I love a wet soft pussy.” Her heart leapt in her chest and her nipples hardened. She’d never had a man talk to her like that. There mere mention of her pussy made her body ache.
“I bet right about now, if I slipped a finger into you, you’d be sopping wet. Should I try and see?” Darlene swallowed, she couldn’t move because he was right, he was so right.
I’ve been writing since I was a kid. I love creating and tried my hand at art, not bad but not good enough. A guy’s gotta eat. Through high school I wrote erotic stories, kept them in a notebook, let a few of my girlfriends read them. Yeah, played football, baseball, but my brain never stopped thinking of sex. I guess we think about it all the time. Been on face book for a while never did anything interesting when I was on until I started to see all the writers and then some poets posting their erotic prose. Men who were writing erotic romance and stories, I knew it was my time to get out the old note book and throw on some poems. Some are old and some are new, the ones about BDSM are newer. In high school or college I wasn’t on that train of thought. I see a picture it sets me off. A see an attractive women it sets me off. The jiggle of a full ass or heavy breasts, gets me going. Yeah, my mind always is on a beautiful face or body.
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The Taming of Molly Jenkins
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The Wait, Britt’s Undoing
The Magician, Male Escort
Sometime Poet: The Erotic Edge Poetry
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Warlock(Desires of Blood #2)