The newest story from my naughty alter ego, Ruby Carew, is out today!
JENNA’S PUNISHMENT, Book 1 in Jenna’s Best Friend’s Father series.
As Ruby I write red hot erotica stories that’ll curl your toes. 😉 All of Ruby’s stories are short and sexy little treats – for adults only! This book contains taboo erotic BDSM encounters between a younger woman and an off-limits sexy older man. And the stories can be stand-alone, or you can follow Jenna through the whole series…
I’ve been attracted to him for a long time, but he is totally out of bounds. He’s my best friend’s father and I know I shouldn’t be lusting after him. But now he’s offered me a summer job at his place and things are heating up between us. He has just one rule. Don’t look inside the room.
But I just can’t resist…
Some secrets are worth pursuing – especially when discovering them means you might be punished…
Jenna’s Punishment (Book 1) – OUT NOW!: books2read.com/u/mZw9MR
Jenna’s Two Masters (Book 2) – coming June 27th: books2read.com/u/3kZRn8
And, just like Ruby’s other releases, both stories will also be available in one box set – Jenna’s Best Friend’s Father, Collection 1 – coming soon!
Here’s a sexy little snippet for you…
I stepped from the shower and dried off. Oh, damn, I’d left my clothing out by the pool. I glanced at my bathing suit floating in the sink where I’d left it to rinse. I really didn’t want to pull on that wet thing again.
I sighed and wrapped the bath towel around myself. Cade had gone out to do some grocery shopping and had told me he probably wouldn’t be back until after I’d gone home. I opened the door and peered out, then hurried down the hallway to the kitchen, and out the patio doors. I picked up my clothes from the patio chair, but then glanced around, and decided to pull them on right here.
I leaned over and stepped into my shorts, then pulled them up. As I was fastening them, the towel slipped away and fell to the ground.
Damn. I leaned over and picked it up, then turned back to the chair.
I glanced up at Cade’s shocked voice, then my cheeks heated as his gaze glided over my naked breasts.
Oh, God, I was both mortified, and extremely turned on. His gaze locked onto my nipples as they peaked to hard nubs.
Then he spun around. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
I grabbed my top and pulled it on. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. I forgot my clothes out here and thought… well, it doesn’t matter. You can… uh… turn around.”
Slowly, he turned back to me and I noticed a huge bulge pushing against his jeans. And his gaze wavered over my breasts as he tried valiantly not to look at my hard nipples pushing against the thin cotton of my top.
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Dirty Talk, Blissful Surrender, the fourth and final episode in my Dirty Talk series, is available now! If you’ve been waiting for the whole story to start in on Tal and Sonny’s journey, now is your chance.
WARNING: If you are not caught up on this series, there may be spoilers below – just scroll right to the bottom for all the links you need! 😉
Sonny has a debilitating fear of men. Tal is a scary looking tattooed bad-ass. Can Tal get Sonny past her fear and help her become whole?
After the incident with a man from Sonny’s past, Tal’s actions drop a barrier between him and Sonny that might be too devastating for either of them to get past.
Tal’s future is uncertain and Sonny has to face some things she doesn’t know if she can handle. Especially without Tal.
Although their relationship seems broken beyond repair, Tal tries to be there to support Sonny through her ordeal. Sonny finds strength in all that’s happened to her… and to Tal… and fights for what she wants.
She tries to convince Tal that despite what has happened, his nature is not that of a violent good-for-nothing as he’s come to believe most of his life. She opens herself to him, showing him her full vulnerability and trust, and they experience an intimacy and closeness neither would have believed possible.
Afterward, will Tal close up again and walk away, denying the future they could have together? Or will Sonny be able to convince him that, despite what they’ve both suffered, love can conquer all?
Just like with the other three stories, when you buy this book, you’ll also receive an erotic audio from the story. Be sure to listen to it alone—or with your lover—and be ready for your panties to melt right off! 😉
Take home this very tender and moving HOT erotic romance series today!
Blissful Surrender is the fourth and final exciting episode in my Dirty Talk series, a poignant erotic romance about a woman struggling with her sexuality because of a devastating trauma from her past, and the strong, sensitive man who helps her find her way. If you love wounded bad-assed alpha heroes with a strong, protective streak like I do, then you’ll want to follow Sonny and Tal on their very special journey!
Here is the first couple teasers I’ve been releasing in my newsletter! I’ve been posting snippets, excerpts, and teasers on my Facebook Page too. Sign up and pop over to make sure you can see all the sneak peeks! 😉
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The full Dirty Talk series includes:
#1: Dirty Talk, Secret Pleasure: books2read.com/u/mBeLMR
#2: Dirty Talk, Whispers in the Dark: books2read.com/u/mV7Vap
#3: Dirty Talk, Sweet Release: books2read.com/u/38D7Ka
#4: Dirty Talk, Blissful Surrender: books2read.com/u/4Xg9La
The wait is over! Get your taste of MEAT today!
Warning: This is a hot one! 😉
Just one taste isn’t enough…
I ran into Rex Keene—literally—when I was trying to catch my flight and his muscled, tattooed arms stopped my fall. Then our flight gets canceled, and we’re stranded in the same hotel room together…it ended up being the steamiest night of my life. All I knew is that I had to see him again.
I just didn’t expect him to show up a week later in the restaurant I manage…as our new head chef. But the generous, tender man I spent that night with is gone; instead he’s arrogant, demanding, and terrorizing the staff. But he won’t give up until we’re together – and I’m not sure I can stay away.
Which man is real? Who is Rex Keene?
I’ve been releasing sexy quotes and snippets on Facebook leading up to my release day. Here are a few of the quotes I’ve been posting…
“I’m cold and . . .” She bit her lip.
He stood up, hoping this was going where his fantasies had gone moments before.
She stepped closer, gazing up at him with need in her doe-like eyes. She rested her hand on his chest, the feel of her soft fingers on his naked flesh causing an ache in his groin.
“I thought maybe you could help me warm up.”
He almost groaned out loud.
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“I’ve got to warn you. I’m big,” he said.
She grinned and stroked her hands over his shoulders. “You know, you don’t have to sell yourself. I’m already on board.”
“No, I mean, I’m big enough you might have problems.”
She quirked her eyebrow. “Are you saying you’re more man than I can handle?”
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And MEAT is getting rave reviews!
The Mile High KINK Book Club gave Meat a 6-star.. er… I mean 6-KINK review!
“The storyline is perfect and crafty with a great fairytale HEA. What more can you want? Oh yeah, toe-curling, sheet-pulling and table grabbing hot sex!”
“Opal Carew is my new favorite author. If her library is filled with this much intoxicating and scorching hot sex, I will have to create a 6-KINK TBR list with just her books alone.”
Check out the full review here.
And get your taste of MEAT now! 😉
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Rhythm guitarist, Spook Mortensen doesn’t want a second chance with sound engineer, Allegra Hutton– not over a table, in a limo or in bed.
Spook Mortensen has one rule when it comes to relationships: just say no. He has his reasons. Good reasons. His policy of total abstinence has kept him out of trouble for years. Sex ought to be the last thing on his mind, but whenever go-getting sound engineer Allegra Hutton shows up, she doesn’t just hijack his libido, she downright screws with it. The only way to deal with her is to tie her up.
Alle realizes she’s upsetting Spook’s rhythm, but she’s under no illusion that he’s the right top to warm her bottom.
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“Let’s go into the party suite.”
It was only a few short steps across the hall. Spook tried the door handle, then ushered her inside. The huge room was all decked out for when the auditorium emptied. Tables and chairs set out around the edges, canapés on the bar, and row upon row of filled crystal glasses waiting to be served.
Spook grabbed a glass off the nearest tray and downed it in one long gulp before reaching for another.
“In need of Dutch courage?” she asked.
“Guess so.” Second drained, he went for a third. “Course it’d help if it was something stronger than pissing sherry.” He slammed the glass back down against the tablecloth, then looked a little sheepish, possibly over how much force he’d used, though equally it could have been over his treatment of her. Perhaps indicative of its quality, the glass remained intact.
“OK!” He paused to drag both hands through the front of his hair, which left the blond strands sticking up. “Yeah. I’m sorry, I —”
“I’ve driven you to drink,” she remarked, casting a glance at the row of empties.
“Demented,” he corrected her. “You’ve driven me demented, as if the band didn’t do that already.”
“Pretty impressive of me, given we haven’t spoken for months.”
He took a deep breath and sighed, but faced her straight on. “I thought about you. A lot.
Maybe too much. Definitely too much.”
“Nice things?” she asked. Yes, she was fishing for compliments, but hey, five minutes ago she didn’t think they’d ever be having this conversation.
“Depends on your definition of nice.”
“Naughty,” she replied. “As in things that turned you on, and maybe got you sweating a little, and hard.” She flicked her gaze down to his loins and back.
Spook gave a groan. “I’d be lying if I said otherwise.”
“So, why didn’t you call?”
His hand shot out to seize another drink. Alle curled her fingers around his outstretched arm, making him pause. Slowly, he released the stem of the glass and steadied his gaze upon her face again. “Because this can’t be.”
“Why not? Is there someone else?”
“No — hell, no!” His brow furrowed. “There’s nobody.”
“Then you’re making no sense. What’s wrong with us enjoying some adult fun?” She sought his hand to link their fingers together.
Spook’s frown only deepened at the sight of their palms pressed together so tightly, but, she noticed, he didn’t pull away. “Alle, I can’t be who you want me to be.”
The ludicrousness of the remark surprised a smile out of her. “You are who I want you to be.”
“No.” He freed his fingers from her grip and used them to cover her mouth. ‘I’m not. I know you think you’ve found the person who’ll give you what you’re craving, but I’m not that man. I can’t… I’m sorry.’
‘Did I imagine you tanning my arse?’
‘Am I supposed to believe you’re not interested in doing it again?’
‘Of course not.
“Then what? Why? If you want it and I want it… Spook, we want the same thing, don’t we?
Why are you so dead against exploring that?”
He clammed up, lips pursed, deep, ocean-blue eyes downcast as he turned his hand to cup her cheek and chase a tear of frustration that tracked down her face.
“It was good between us, Spook.”
“Yes, it was. Better than good.”
She blinked, trying to clear her eyes, and not crumple into a blubbering heap. She was stronger than that. She didn’t cry, not with four brothers who’d mocked her mercilessly for it.
Tears had never got her what she wanted, quite the opposite. At home, her tears were what had marked her as a girl and had stopped her from getting her the same deal as the rest of her siblings. She couldn’t wipe the salt tracks from her skin though, without knocking Spook’s hand out of the way, and no matter what, she wouldn’t break that contact.
“I’m not worth crying over.”
“I’m not crying.”
He caught another tear on his fingertips and brought it to the tip of his tongue. Mesmerized, she watched him taste it, and felt her panties get wet. Sweet mercy! She could see him doing that after he’d pushed her to the limits of her endurance and she was just a breath away from numbness, sunk deep into a sort of sub-space of stretched nerves, surrender, and bliss. Her gasp left her lips gently parted and the remainder of her breath caught in the top of her lungs.
Spook’s gaze fixed upon her breasts, then lifted slowly back to her mouth.
She was going to kiss him.
She didn’t care if he pushed her away.
She was going to kiss him.
Kiss him now.
Mastered 2 Box Set Author Spotlight Series, Day 5: One Night With My Billionaire Master by Cynthia Sax
Happy Saturday! We’ve had plenty of exciting nights with the deliciously naughty characters of the Mastered 2 BDSM box set. Now, we get to spend a night in the lap of luxury with Cynthia Sax’s “One Night With My Billionaire Master”!
Arianna asks herself if one night with billionaire financier Logan Ross will be enough.
Arianna, the daughter of a media mogul, is secretly lusting after Logan Ross, her father’s number one enemy. Yes, this isn’t a good situation. She wants him, craves his touch, but she knows if she’s caught indulging her desires, her father will disown her. She’ll be cut off from the family, losing her emotional support system, her job and her wealth.
Logan Ross, our billionaire financier, wants two things—Arianna and total control of her father’s company. He scares the shaving cream out of hardened CEOs. Men jump to do his bidding. Now he seeks to have his nemesis’s daughter kneeling at his feet.
Arianna has resisted their attraction thus far. But every time they meet, every time Logan not-so-innocently brushes against her, her resolve weakens. Her billionaire pursuer has been persistent yet patience, content to slowly, steadily wear her down. The sexual tension between them spirals higher and higher.
Arianna finally breaks and sends him a two-sentence text—One Night. No one must know.
The all-new Mastered 2 Box Set is available now for the special price of $0.99!
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“You would never hurt me.” I know this in my soul.
“I won’t allow anyone to hurt you,” Logan makes one of his infamous vows, promises he’s been known to bend laws to keep. “You won’t regret your decision.”
We stand in the middle of the ballroom, surrounded by people. I see only him, entranced by the emotion in his brown eyes, his passion, his need, and something more, something I don’t dare believe in.
“Was this my decision?” I muse. “Did I have a choice?” Or was this inevitable, our fate, our destiny?
“No, you didn’t have a choice.” Logan’s lips lift into one of his rare smiles.
“Dance with me.” This is a command, not a request. He leads me onto the floor. “It’s expected.” He swings me into position, his maneuvering graceful and sure.
It is expected. In the past, he has arrived at events, sought me out for a dance, and then departed immediately after our exchange.
His focus on me means nothing. If I say this statement enough times, I might believe it. I bend my left arm, layering my limb over his. Logan clasps my right hand tightly. Our bodies come together and we move as one.
This isn’t the rigid proper waltz I learned at ballroom dance class. It is rolling and sensuous, like the undulation of muscle under skin. One, two, three. One, two, three.
There’s no thinking, no talking, only feeling, reacting. Logan steps forward. I step back.
He turns. I follow.
Our hips brush together, my skirt swirling around his black pants. I gaze at his sharp chin, firm lips, feeling delicate, womanly, trusting him to guide me, to keep me safe.
Logan dips me and I fall back, confident he’ll catch me. “You’re exquisite.” His eyes gleam and he draws me upright, twirls me across the floor. If dancing is a sign of companionship, we’re ideally suited. I’ve never had a partner know me like he does, reading my abilities, fulfilling my wishes.
The music fades and he sweeps me toward the edge of the dance floor. Before the song ends, he’s concealed us in the crowd. “Escort me from the room.” He covers my hand with his. “As you’ve been instructed.”
My gaze darts upward. How does he know I’ve been given that order? “I can’t climb into the limousine with you,” I murmur, aware that we’re being watched. “People will gossip.”
“People already gossip.” Logan leans into me. “They see how we dance, speculate that we fuck as passionately.” His crudeness stimulates, rather than shocks me. “They suspect your sweet pussy is filled with my cum, that my love bites decorate the curve of your ass and my scent is on your skin,” he breathes into my hair and I warm, all over.
“Everyone here knows you’re mine.”
I stare at him, my thoughts obliterated by his words.
“Looking at me with your fuck-me face won’t stop the gossip.” He chuckles softly.