Release Day Blitz! Excerpt & Giveaway! Beautifully Loyal, Southern Boy Mafia #2 by Nicole Edwards

Sometimes love isn’t enough…

Sometimes you’re required to be beautifully loyal.

If you think you know her… You’re wrong.

If you think you know her family… Wrong again.

If you think you know her story… You don’t.

Ashlynn Adorite is no stranger to the cruel and unusual world she was born into. In fact, she accepts it, understands it, embraces it. However, in her world, falling in love isn’t simply a choice. It causes problems, changes lives, disrupts business.

Sex, pleasure, carnal desires ... those things Ashlynn understands. Love ... not so much. Her world is turned upside down when she starts to feel something for not just one man, but two. The question is, can she have all that she desires, or will loyalty to her family interfere.

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Ashlynn turned to see Jase sauntering down the hall toward her, his thigh muscles bunching with every step. She loved the way those faded jeans hugged him in all the right places, accentuating his muscular thighs, fantastic ass, not to mention the giant bulge he sported between his legs. The man had caught her attention from the very first day he’d stepped into her house five years ago, looking for a job. He was mouth-wateringly good-looking, and that voice of his… His words alone made her insides quiver with need.

She was ready for some action of her own, and Jase was just the man to provide that for her.

When Jase’s six-foot-two-inch, extremely powerful frame pressed her up against the wall, Ashlynn clutched his broad shoulders as she peered up into those sexy, crystal-blue eyes. His blond hair was cut short but not so short that she couldn’t slide her fingers through it and pull him down to her.

Jase nuzzled her neck as he slid his big, warm hand beneath her skirt, easing inside her panties and pressing his finger against her clit.

“Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” Jase’s tongue caressed the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

Closing her eyes and enjoying the tingle that ignited in her core, Ashlynn nodded her head.

“You’re wet for me,” he whispered against her ear. “So fucking wet.”

“Yes,” she hissed.

The man knew exactly which of her buttons to push to ratchet up her heart rate, and he didn’t have any qualms about giving her what she needed when she needed it.

“Were you thinkin’ about me?”

Ashlynn nodded again, her eyes rolling back as the pleasure intensified. “Don’t stop,” she murmured, riding the sensual high her body craved as he teased her clit.

His lips brushed hers lightly. “What’ll you do if your brother comes in and sees us?”

Ashlynn smiled against his mouth. “I’ll tell him I’m a big girl and I can fuck my head of security if I want to.”

“I love when you say head,” Jase muttered.

“You love more when I give it.”

“No doubt.” Jase’s free hand slid around to cup her ass, squeezing her close as he adjusted their positions so that he could push two fingers inside her. “Is that an offer?”

That was another thing she liked about Jase. He sated her every craving and wasn’t afraid to ask for what he wanted.

She offered another nod.

“Yes, it was an offer? Or yes, you want me to make you come with my fingers, right here?”

“The first, although the second’s not a bad idea, either,” she told him breathlessly, hating that his hand was forced to retreat as she slid her back down the wall, her eyes still locked with his.

While she fumbled with his zipper, Jase pressed his fingers against her lips. “Suck them clean and I’ll give you my dick.”

Never looking away, she took his fingers into her mouth, licking them clean while she freed his cock from his jeans. When he removed them, her tongue instantly lapped at the bead of pre-cum pooling on the wide, swollen head. His hands slid into her hair, gripping her firmly while she proceeded to blow him right there, in the hallway of her brother’s house.

This was probably one of the more private places she and Jase had gotten down to business in. They’d become notorious for acting on their urges spontaneously. It kept it interesting, to say the least.

Ashlynn wasn’t embarrassed to say that her sex drive was high, significantly higher than most women. Previous lovers hadn’t been able to keep up, which was likely the reason she had never settled down long enough to have a real relationship. That and she didn’t believe that sex and love had anything to do with one another. But if she was ever going to give in to love—if it even really existed—then she was damn sure going to be certain the man could sate her every physical need first.

Regrettably, finding that man wasn’t as easy as she would’ve preferred. Not until Jase, anyway. Not that this thing between them could be categorized as a relationship. But it was the longest amount of time she’d been with any one man exclusively. They’d been fucking like rabbits for about a year, and the frequency hadn’t lessened with time. In fact, Ashlynn was inclined to think she wanted him even more now. It was as though he knew her, knew what she liked, what she needed, what she wanted.

It helped that he wanted the same things. Such as Leyton crushed between them.

Jase was openly bisexual, although he hadn’t been with a man in all the time they’d been sleeping together. To help alleviate that desperate need that ate at him, they’d started talking about their fantasies while she secretly plotted a way to get Leyton to succumb to his own desires. It was the twenty-first century, after all, and a woman was allowed to ask for what she wanted, to explore her sexuality and admit she had needs. It had been during one of those fantasy discussions that she and Jase had both learned that adding Leyton to the mix would be the cherry topping on a fucking kick-ass sex sundae.

“Aww, yeah,” Jase moaned, tugging her hair as he pressed his hips forward. “You’re so fucking hot like that, Ash. My dick buried in your mouth.”

That was another thing she enjoyed about Jase. He was incredibly vocal. There were times when he could almost get her off with little stimulation and a hell of a lot of that dirty talk.

However, as good as he was, no one was perfect. The one thing about Jase she’d noticed early on … although he was supremely alpha, when it came to sex between them, he had always submitted to her to some degree. Even if he topped from the bottom so to speak, he had always allowed her to maintain the ultimate control. And she knew, deep down, Jase worried she would break if he took that away from her.

Sometimes she feared he might be right about that.

Movement out of the corner of her eye caught Ashlynn’s attention. While she continued to suck Jase deep into her mouth, using her hand to stroke him simultaneously, she flicked her gaze down the hall. There, in all of his sexy glory, was Leyton.

Watching them.

He looked almost bored, but Ashlynn knew better. He was likely trying to figure out whether or not he should join them. She already knew what his final answer would be, but a girl could definitely hope. 

-Copyright 2015 Nicole Edwards Limited

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nicole Edwards lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, their three kids, and four rambunctious dogs. When she’s not writing about sexy alpha males, Nicole can often be found with her Kindle in hand or making an attempt to keep the dogs happy. You can find her hanging out on Facebook and interacting with her readers - even when she’s supposed to be writing.

Nicole also writes contemporary/new adult romance as Timberlyn Scott.

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Author Interview, Excerpt & Giveaway! Discovering Dalton, Manchester Menage Collection #2 by Nicole Colville

At fifteen, Troy and Liam were fostered by the same family, and although they hated each other at first, they gradually became solid friends. As adults, the two foster brothers live together. Both experience tough times, each being a rock for the other, but their love had never been anything other than brotherly. 

Until they both fall for the same guy, and things get... complicated. 

Dalton is fresh out of a ten year marriage. Feeling lost, he concentrates on the only thing he can control—his body. Developing from a chubby, unfit police officer into a lean, mean inked one, Dalton has never looked better, but inside, he's never felt worse. A relationship is far from his thoughts, and one with another man makes Dalton even more confused. He takes time to get to know Troy and Liam separately, but Manchester isn’t that big, and sparks fly when fate throws the three together. 

Together, these three fight it out between them. Both Troy and Liam demand Dalton choose between them, but what if he didn't have to choose? What if it could work between three? 

The things in life we fight for are never the easiest, but they’re the ones worth holding onto forever.

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Liam chatted with Milo, but Dalton was too busy trying to stop hyperventilating and not staring at Liam’s body, seeing it as he last saw it—wet and tense, excited and looking sinful in that shower cubicle. Those types of thoughts weren’t going to help him calm down. Why oh why did that have to happen?

Blue leaned in, calming strokes running up and down Dalton’s back, sweetly spoken words whispered against his neck, and Dalton’s tension eased a little. “Is he an ex or something?”

“No,” Dalton choked out.

“Oh, I just thought there was some history there.” Blue’s glossy red lips curled into a smile. 

“There’s no history of that kind.”

“But there is some to speak about?” Blue opened his green eyes wider and nodded. “It’s obvious. Maybe it’s time you resolved this tension between the two of you somehow.”

“What?” Dalton stiffened.

“Well, there's obviously something happening between you two.”

“Yeah, but not what you think.”

Blue bit his lip while he thought. “Hmm, there’s a few different things going on from where I'm sitting.” He nudged his thigh against Dalton’s dick, and for the first time, he realised he was excited. “Or is this for me?”

Dalton truly had no idea. He was confused by his own body, not understanding why he was reacting at all. But it had happened in the showers while he watched Liam. Maybe it was those moments replaying in his mind which caused his cock to stiffen in his jeans. 

Maybe it was the fact he had someone sitting on him, caring about him, someone with long legs and big heels, who was wearing make-up and who was confusing Dalton’s body by being more feminine than he was used to in a man. But then, Dalton was close to Samuel. He was beautiful and more feminine than Blue and this had never happened, and hadn't Samuel been sitting on his knee earlier? Maybe he was losing his mind. Maybe he’d already lost it.

“I don’t… I really don’t know,” he whispered into Blue’s hair. “I just… I have to go.”

“Wait, sexy.” Blue pressed his body more into his, meeting his eyes, those black lashes coated thickly in mascara. “Don’t run off just yet. There’s no need.”

“I'm not gay,” Dalton rushed out as low as he could make his voice, darting his gaze to Liam, his tight V-necked vest showing off those big muscles, jeans encasing his firm arse, that bottle hanging in between his lips. 

This time, when Blue rubbed his thigh over his cock, Dalton grabbed Blue’s slender calf running up his leg and just held it, not moving him away but not pulling him closer—just frozen, not knowing what to do. 

“You don’t have to label yourself with anything, Dalton.” Blue took hold of his chin, fingertips gently caressing his skin and making Dalton shift his gaze from Liam back to him. “I think…” He eased closer still, his thigh now pressed against the rigid length encased in Dalton’s jeans. “If your body needs something, it lets you know. If your eyes find something pleasing, they look more. If your heart beats faster for someone, then you follow it. I'm not gay. I'm a person. A human being. That’s the label I want to be tagged with. Hashtag Human.” He clicked his fingers with a bright smile.

Dalton smiled through his fear and understood what Blue was saying. He just wasn’t ready to think the same way. “That’s nice.”

“It’s the truth. The truth is always a good thing. I always think our brains confuse us. They have all this bullshit ‘learned’ behaviour which they pick up over the years and it tells you to think one way, your body saying another. It takes time for those two to work together and come to some sort of an agreement, but we all get there eventually. Just don’t pressure yourself, hon.” Blue leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth, Dalton’s cock now crushed against his thigh. “Of course, I would like to think this is for me, but I know better.” Blue pulled back with a heavy sigh. “If you change your mind though…” He winked with a chuckle.

“Blue.” Samuel was beside them, looking between them both. “Dalton’s a bit…” He drifted off, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, obviously not wanting to spill too much personal info about Dalton’s bad day and emotional state.

“Confused, sweetie?” Blue offered brightly.

“Yeah.” Samuel looked to the sky, then took hold of Blue’s hand. “You go get some air, Dalton.”

Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Nicole Colville, author of Discovering Dalton.

Hi Nicole, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

Is there a character in your books that you can’t stand? (Antagonist for example) And what makes them someone you don’t like?

Not in this book. There have been characters I despise in my other series for one reason or another, but in Dalton there was no one who I disliked, even Dalton’s ex-wife I wanted to meet up and give a hug. She could have been the typical ex who hated and made Dalton’s life difficult, and people who have read Samuel’s book will know she was having an affair which broke Dalton’s heart, but she wasn’t an evil witch. A marriage breaks down over time and it’s no one’s fault, bare minimum it takes two people to break up. I tried not to the lay the blame on anyone. It was something which happened and it was the right thing for them.

Are there misconceptions people have about your genre?

I guess a lot of people think it’s all about the sex, or that the relationship between two or more men are completely different from their own experiences. Showing LGBT relationships are exactly the same as all other relationships is something I love doing, and I also enjoy making sure that although my books contain my men’s sex life, not all M/M books do. Every genre has so many sub sections to choose from, and ours is no different. There’s something for everyone and even now I find things I’ve never read before in the genre. 

There’s a huge misconception that only men read M/M books, why I don’t know because plenty of men read M/F books, even if they fall into the non-romantic genre, there’s no judgement that they can’t, but with M/M it seems to be an issue for plenty of people. When I tell them around 70% or higher readers are female I always laugh at their faces. Then I get asked why? Well, the simple answer is that often people don’t distinguish between the relationships, and if they do, they find something in the genre which is lacking in others for them.

Is there message in your novel that you hope readers grasp?

That bad things happen for a reason, and to always try to see the positive things that one bad thing could lead to. Too often we get caught up in our own world of anger, jealousy, and depression, but in time we see the way out. Perhaps you can’t find your way out alone, and that’s when it’s time to let people in. It’s difficult, and at times those people who care have to force their way into your world, but those people are the ones who truly love you.

How has your writing evolved since your first book? (If this is your first book, how do you hope it evolves?)

Oh I’ve grown in so many ways, tried out several writing styles, different point of views, enhanced the way I show not tell. My first book is always something I will be proud of and look back on with a loving heart, but I am also proud to see how much I’ve grown and developed over the last three years. I always want to continue to learn and grow, and I hope to always continue to find people who I can share this knowledge with and cheerlead them on to writing their own books. 

One food you don’t care if you never eat it again.

Asparagus. Ugh!

Nicole Colville was born and currently lives in Leeds, England. She is a wife and mother of two young girls who somehow manages to fit in being a full time author of m/m romance and erotica. She loves writing complex characters in bittersweet romances which will leave you addicted and craving more from her men.

Although best known for her popular series, Hidden and Knights to Remember, she also enjoys writing with friend, and fellow author, E.M Leya. Together they have published two books in their Sinful Temptation Collection with more planned.

Her new menage collection based in the popular city of Manchester, England is her first solo full length novel outside of The Hidden Series and has three books planned for release in 2015 & 2016.

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Excerpt & Double Giveaway! Bounded 2, Bound In Love #2 by Sara York

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Liam Muller’s passion for life, mixed with his abusive past created more problems than Greg Peterson could handle on his own. When the pair meet Chris Edwards, everything changes. Both Greg and Chris keep Liam even, but when Liam’s parents plot his kidnapping, Chris and Greg can do nothing to keep him safe without the help of Chris’s new friend, Agent Samuel Graves.

Samuel is all about the job, but he craves a connection like Liam, Chris, and Greg have. When Sam meets Hudson Radcliff, he’s thrown off balance with attraction. His normally cool demeanor is set aflame with lust and need. Hudson and Sam burn for each other, but their passion is tested when everyone is put in danger.

Chris, and Greg fight Liam’s demons after they are reunited, but Liam’s parents won’t give up without a fight. Three men together may challenge people, but Liam, Chris, and Greg will fight to the end for their love.

Liam shook his head as he stared open mouthed at Agent Sam Graves. The agent nodded his head, so Liam looked to Greg then finally Chris.

“But I can’t.” He held out one hand to Greg then the other to Chris. “They’re both my husbands, and I can’t choose one.”

“I can understand how you feel, but your parents are fighting with everything they have. If they can get a judge to rule in their favor, you’ll be forced to undergo some sort of examination to determine your mental state. And trust me when I say they’ll probably pick a doctor who will find something wrong with your life. Few people understand what you, Greg, and Chris have. To make it worse, they’re also threatening legal action for your attack on your mom.”

“I didn’t attack her. She shoved me and then I reached out to keep from falling. I didn’t even really touch her. I might have brushed my arm against hers as I tried to keep from hitting the floor, but I didn’t do anything.”

“Marry either Greg or Chris and they’ll be your closest relative. Your parents will have no say in your life and no judge will force you to undergo a mental evaluation based on their insistence. If you have a spouse, then your spouse has the say in your life, not them. We could probably get through this without you getting married, but there is a slim chance your dad will use your past drug use against you and have a judge declare you mentally incompetent. It’s a long shot, but it will be impossible for them to have control if you have a spouse.”

“But I can’t be married to just one of them.” Liam felt like the world was closing in on him. How could he choose? Greg was the man who had saved him from himself, and Chris was his perfect lover. All three of them were intertwined so intricately that marrying one would be impossible.

“Liam,” Greg dropped to his knees in front of him, his beautiful brown eyes revealing his soul. “I love you more than life itself.”

He reached out and cupped Greg’s cheek. This man had made such a huge difference in his life. How could he say no to his proposal? His heart ached and he felt like it was breaking. He loved Greg, but he loved Chris too. How could he choose? But how could he say no to Greg?

“I love you so much, Greg.” Tears burned the back of his eyes, and he was powerless against whatever Greg wanted. Not because Greg lorded over him, but he loved the man so very much.

Greg licked his lips, and a smile played over his face. His eyes were bright, and Liam thought Greg looked better than ever before.

“I want you to marry Chris,” Greg said.

Liam pulled back, shocked by Greg’s words. “What?” He couldn’t have heard Greg right. Didn’t Greg want him?

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Writing is Sara's life. The stories fight to get out, often leaving her working on four or five books at once. She can't help but write. Along with her writing addiction she has a coffee addiction. Some nights, the only reason she stops writing and goes to sleep is for the fresh brewed coffee in the morning.

Sara enjoys writing twisted tales of passion, anger, and love with a good healthy dose of lust thrown in for fun. Almost a quarter of a century ago Sara met her lover, falling for him after knowing him for ten minutes. Sara's passion for him comes out in her stories, mixing with her passion for life, love, and good times, flowing onto the page and becoming tales from the heart.

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Excerpt & Giveaway! The Bohemians by Sean Michael

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Topaz is a free-spirit, loving easily, though searching for his true soul-mate. As soon as he meets Quincy, he realizes this is the man who has been calling for him in his dreams and he offers his whole self, body, heart, mind and soul, without thought.

Quincy gives away his heart too easily, and has been hurt in love more than once. Still, that doesn’t stop him from falling head over heels for Topaz when he first meets the man.

It seems like a match made in heaven, but Topaz lives with two men who are his best friends, and also his lovers. Will Quincy ever be able to understand that Topaz has more than enough love in his heart for his best friends and his soul-mate, or will Topaz’s bohemian ways be too much for Quincy to understand?

Originally published in the Bus Stories Anthology.

Topaz parked the bicycle in the back yard and backed into the kitchen, bags in hand. "Daisy? Ku? I brought tomatoes and cilantro and some spinach on my way home from Rosa's. They had beautiful honeydews, too."

Grinning Leonaka grabbed the sacks with huge, calloused hands, shiny black hair held back in a braid. "What did she say, Topaz?"

He sighed, heading for the refrigerator for some tea. "She said I have to wait for him to come to me. That the spirits want me to be patient and calm." He poured a glass and then brought the pitcher to the table, refreshing Leo's and Stephan's before kissing Stephan's cheek. "I don't do patient so well, Daisy."

Topaz settled into a padded chair, watching Leo wash the food in the bright, sun-drenched kitchen. One of the kittens climbed up for her love, his fingers stroking her soft ears without hesitation.

Stephan smoothed the edge of Leo's t-shirt down with graceful fingers and then came over and began to rub his shoulders. "You don't do patient well? Leo, do you believe that?"

"Little bit, I have seen you sit for hours and hours, untangling a single skein of thread. You might be eager, but you are the most patient man I know." Leo chuckled, gaze warm. "He's that special?"

Topaz relaxed under Stephan's magical fingers, the worries and negative energy of the day fading. "You should see his eyes, Ku. There's something about them. Something I want to know all about.”

"They are a pretty blue," Stephan added. "I haven't seen you this excited about someone in a long time, Sunshine."

"Oh, Daisy. It's been so long since I had a soul mate. Someone who looked at me like Leo looks at you." He turned his head, kissed Stephan's fingers. "I know you two love me, but part of my heart is missing. Maybe making those eyes laugh is a piece of that."

He heard Ku's soft cluck, the worried sound that meant that Leo was sure he was leaping into open air without a net. Again.

Stephan's hands tightened on his shoulders and then pet him gently, his friend sitting next to him. "How can we help, Sunshine?"

"Rosa did my cards, Daisy. She says he'll come. That I should be still." Topaz grinned, taking Stephan's hand in his. "That doesn't mean we can't let the universe know I'm interested though. I'm thinking some long meditations, a cleansing bath, a few candles lit in hope." He gave Stephan a grin. "Maybe some more wildflowers?"

Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to "Chicago."

A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.

Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

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Book Promo & Giveaway! Mythologically Torqued, Am MM/FF Anthology Of Mythical Proportions

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Eros finds his soul mate in the arms of a demigod friend in L.J. Hamlin’s In Love with Zeus’ Son. In Shiloh Sadler’s Clipped Wings, two men on a plantation find love under the most unusual circumstances in 1842 Missouri. V.L. Locey’s Back to the Garden, Pan hits up Woodstock with the sun god Apollo—sex, drugs, and rock and roll take on a whole new meaning. In Brísingamen, Carol Tierney offers us the story of a magical necklace, and the payment goddess Freyja delivered to four dwarven sisters for it’s creation. Delphinos, by T. Strange, is a modern-age retelling of Dionysus’ creation of dolphins. In Angelique Voison’s version of the Japanese Moon Princess myth, Reiko is tasked with bringing the Emperor’s future bride, the fabled Moon Princess to court, and complications arise when Reiko falls head over heels for Kaguya. Charged with ensuring Sisyphus fails, Hercules is conflicted by his feelings for the former ruler in Angelique Voison’s How Hercules Got His Bruise. In Leah Ellwood’s Styx and Stone, Ferrying souls across the Styx is a lonely business, but Charon doesn’t mind—newly arrived Stone is more than willing to keep him company. No one believes in the Greek gods anymore, and Apollo is in a rut, Ganymede—cupbearer to the gods— tries to get Apollo to see what’s in front of him in Jacey Mills’ Another Night at the End of the World. Salome Wilde's Eternal Grind offers a corporate take on Christian Hell, populated with horned and hoofed demons inspired by medieval monks' fertile imaginations, which follows a pair of lesbian demon baristas, determined to find their own happily-ever-after. In the distant past, Ero was the god of desire, but in present day, he looks for love with Psy—a peerlessly gorgeous mortal man—and needs to keep a secret, in Alisha Monroe’s The Myth of Ero and Psy. Bound by chains and defenseless, Thor is being held captive by Garrick, a young man also forced to service until demands are met in Logan Zachary’s Bound by Desire. Together, attraction ignites between Thor and Garrick—can love grow if it is bound by desire? In Delilah Storm’s The Golden Balls, true love’s kiss is powerful, and Jasper’s sexuality awakens—will Anur be able to keep Jasper in this sleepy little kingdom? A spurned lover, mythical horse, and a public official walk into a pub—murder, mayhem, and everlasting love result in Alyx Shaw’s The Kelpie.

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Mitch and Molly have a happy marriage, but they are wanting something more. They both admit to having similar fantasies and desires that go beyond their current relationship. See which discoveries they act on and how their marriage handles their erotic adventure as their desires become unleashed.

After a few more minutes, I see her coming down the stairs. She looks magnificent. No makeup. She knows I like her natural beauty. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail. She has on a white satin cover up that just barely hangs down past her cheeks. Tied in front but only closed enough to allow for a deep plunging neckline. The deep V of her cover up starts at her shoulders splits her chest and goes down to her bellybutton. With each step she takes, I can get a teasing glimpse of the triangle of stubble between the tops of her legs. Before she reaches the last step I can smell her perfume. Mmmm. The smell is sweet and enticing. My cock is coming to life.

"What 'cha watching’?" she asks with a seductive grin.

Actually, I didn't know anymore. I got too caught up in watching her come down the steps to notice what was on TV.

"Uhhh, apparently watching one woman going down on another while being taken from behind” stating the obvious as we both look to the action.

"Mmmm, looks fun,” she says

"Which one would you want to be?" I ask her.

"Well, I’ve never been with another woman, so maybe the one getting her clit licked," she dreams. "Plus, I could watch you fuck someone, too."

Then she slides up my legs as she gets on the bed. Purposefully, she runs her nipples along my chest on her way up to kiss me. We give each other a deep, wet, tongue-touching kiss, and then she starts to slowly slide back down my body. Her hands slip under my shirt and raise it up enough to kiss my chest. I can feel her warm breath on my nipples. Next, her tongue follows my hairline down to my waist. Fingers curl under the waistband of my shorts and pull them slowly towards my feet. My hard cock finds a newfound freedom. My sac clenches in the cool air. Hands run back up the sides of my legs, curl over the top of my hips and fingers wrap around my shaft. Her eyes peer up at me as her tongue slowly reaches out and swirls around the tip of my cock. The warm wetness cools quickly.

"What are you doing?" I ask. "Thought I was supposed to tie you up?"

"Yes, you are. But I wanted to give you a little pleasure first," she smiles.

Who am I to say no?

Her lips feel good on my dick . . . soft and firm at the same time. Her tongue tickles the sensitive underside of my head. She licks up and down my stiff shaft. The unyielding grip from her fingers reminds me of sliding into her ass. I peek at the TV and see two women sharing a guy’s dick between them. Makes me wish we had a friend to join us. My twitching balls get my attention back to Molly. She has moved far below my cock. Kisses now tickle the base of my shaft. Her tongue swirls up and dances with my balls. Gently stroking my shaft, her hand gets me closer to finishing. I look back to the TV for a moment and watch the two women share the guy’s release.

"Fuck . . . you need to stop," I tell Molly. "I don’t want to cum yet."

She looks up at me with a devilish grin while she decides if she is actually going to stop or not. She takes a peek at the TV. A scene comes on that catches her interest. She crawls back up my body then lowers herself back onto my stiff cock.

She is watching a woman on TV get pleasured by two guys. I can see in her eyes she has placed herself in that situation. Fucking me while imagining that only adds to the realism of her fantasy. I reach up with both hands, cup one of her tits and begin sucking on her nipple. The skin is taut. I rake the tip of it between my tongue and teeth and she moans. Her rhythm on my dick is getting faster and deeper. She's working up an orgasm, but I don’t want her to cum yet.

I release her nipple and give her a crack on the ass with my hand. Her hips twitch with the jolt of pain.

"Yes!" she exclaims

"Time to get tied up," I warn her, then I push her one way as I slide out from under her in the other direction.

Miles Hightower is my alter ego and now pen name. He came about as my wife started reading erotic romance and discussing the books in FB chat groups. Wanting to be apart of what interested her, I came up with Miles Hightower as a persona to lurk about in the social media world while keeping my personal life personal.

I am a husband, for 16 years and counting, to my wife Sara. We have two children. When not being a husband and dad to them, I enjoy flying. At one point I wanted to be a career corporate pilot, flying Lear jets all over the country. After I graduated from college I taught people how to fly for three years. Long story short, a flying career didn't work out and I ended up working in manufacturing. But that's where I met Sara. So it did work out after all. I still work in manufacturing, as a Quality Engineer and now just fly for fun when the weather is nice.

Along with flying I also enjoy playing golf, darts, taking my family to water parks, sitting in our hot tub or on a beach with Sara and a glass of wine and now writing. I tried to learn the guitar a few years ago, but that didn’t go so well. Apparently I have no musical talent whatsoever. I am a product of the 80’s and still am very into the hair band music from that era. And no, I didn’t have big hair back in the day, but I did sport a mullet.

As far as my writing goes, I don’t write “Disney Fairytale” style romances (as I like to call them) where a knight in shining armor comes in and saves the damsel in distress. I write about fictional erotic fantasy from a guy’s perspective; about how a guy might think, feel or act in a particular situation. My stories are ideas I make up with a little reality involving the things that interest me, like flying, and life in general tossed in. I do research the things that I don't know anything about, in an effort to make the story seem a little more real than complete fantasy. If it's on the internet it's true, right? I like my book(s) to come of as fantasy, yet slightly plausible.

Anything else you want to know about me, hit me up on my author page on Facebook or at www.mileshightower.com.

Again, thanks for stopping by. Miles

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