Tuesday, 10 September 2013

#TantalizingTuesdays - The Dress

Happy Tuesday, folks. Time to tease you again.




He tightened the last knot and stepped back to admire his handiwork. The natural rope complimented her skin color just like he'd known it would.  Head bent, her long tresses hid her expression, but the soft puffs of air accentuating the rise and fall of her breasts, and the goose flesh covering her skin, told him all he needed to know.
"Beautiful, little one."
A shudder went through her bound body, and he dropped a kiss on the top of her head, and then helped her up.
Tied into the rope dress, she could only take small steps and he tempered his stride to hers, until they stood in front of the mirror.
"Look and see."
At his request she raised her head and her expressive eyes widened. His gut clenched seeing the shimmer of tears in her eyes.
"It's beautiful, Sir. Is that how you see me?"
"You know I do, little one. And I want everyone to see you like this, to know you're mine."
Their gazes locked in the mirror when he traced the knots covering the scars she hated. The scars no one could see now.

He almost missed her whispered, "Green, Sir."



Tantalizing Tuesday Authors use a photo prompt to tease in 200 words. Please click on the graphic to check out the other fabulous participating authors.


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D xx

Sunday, 8 September 2013

#SexySnippets from Auctioned To The Honorable Dom #seekingrelief


Happy Sunday, all.

Today, I'm bringing you seven sentences from my upcoming release Auctioned To The Honorable Dom. This story started as a 100 word flash right here on this blog, and I just had to write the full story.

In this scene Slade is beginning to realize that his plan is back firing on him big time...


This was Laura, Michael’s little sister, and she needed his protection, not his cock shoved inside her sweet pussy.
Fuck.
Slade slid to the floor and unzipped his trousers. He was strung too tight to go back in there and help her into the bath with his cock a rigid pole in his hands. His boxer-briefs were stained with his pre-cum and taking himself in hand he used his natural lubrication to aid the glide of his hand up and down his thick shaft. In his mind’s eye it was Laura crawling along the floor toward him, her small hands fondling his balls, before she wrapped her pink lips around his prick. He wrapped his fists into imaginary Laura’s hair and fucked her mouth. Harder, deeper, until he came with a groan all over his hand and abdomen.





 A drunken dare sees Laura Anderson sign up for the Club Spectrum Auctions. A night of kinky sex with a real Dom is just what she needs. It was never meant to be with Slade Douglas, the only man she's ever loved. The man who'd left her standing at her parent's grave, and fled the country without an explanation.

Fifteen years her senior, Slade had thought her too fragile and innocent for the lifestyle then, and he made a promise to her brother to leave her alone. This time he cannot walk away, especially as Laura is not the innocent girl he remembers. She has grown into a beautiful woman willing and able to gift him with her submission, and their chemistry cannot be denied.

As he explores her boundaries and pushes her further than she has ever been taken before, Laura flies, but their painful past may prove one obstacle too many.

There's only one thing Slade can do…

This is scheduled for release September 25th.
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Friday, 6 September 2013

Flash Fiction Friday - Rituals #FFF

Happy Friday, folks. As ever here's your Friday Flash.


The house was quiet, too quiet, and he'd had a shit day. Why the hell wasn't she waiting on her knees to greet him?
A slight noise from their playroom made him investigate and his foul mood lifted in an instant. There, in front of his chair she sat, practicing her pose. His cock hardened instantly seeing the innocent air she adopted. Oh yes, a little role play was just what he needed right now.
She froze when she noticed him, and he hid his smile, and sat down in his chair.

"Oh, you've been a very naughty little girl."

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Till next week, folks.

D x 

Thursday, 5 September 2013

Taking Chances with @SJMaylee #debut #giveaway @evernightpub

Hello, folks, I have another treat for you today. Please give a warm welcome to S.J, as she tells us more about her delicious hero Jack Reed from  her debut novel Taking Chances.

Take it away S.J :-)

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Who is Jake Reed?

I adore the development of a story. Following people while they fall in love is a fascinating experience. Seeing a character change over time is kind of an obsession of mine. Jake Reed is a man who knows what he wants and vanilla is not it.

Of course, I gave him a heroine that’s anything but vanilla. I’m known to be nice like that, lol. Only problem, when the story starts, neither of them have a clue. With each chance they take, they get closer to the truth. Luckily for us, the road to realization is paved with all kinds of sexual tension.


Jake Reed is one hot hero and I hope you’ll love him too.



Lydia’s father walked away from her when she was eight. She’s struggled to not let him affect her, but fears she wasn’t loveable enough to make him stay. Jake wants to love one woman, but after scaring the last woman he met outside of the club, he doubts he has the right. She protects her heart by sticking with her fantasies, and he lives by a set of rules that excludes women who choose a vanilla lifestyle.
                        
The two will be kept in a conference room working together until their special project is complete. If Lydia and Jake hold tight to their bland lives, they’ll always yearn for love that is out of reach. But together they can find common ground, passion, and a reason to take chances. Once they discover the grand possibilities of the love they desire, they find themselves in the very place they tried never to be again, facing unguaranteed love.

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18337826-taking-chances



TAKING CHANCES EXCERPT:

“Come on in, Lydia. I want to talk about a few things before we get started today. We need to make it quick, since we need to report to Keller at ten this morning.” When she remained in her spot he added, “Lydia, come here.”
Not wanting Gina to take anything further from her, she lifted her head and walked to Jake. She stopped at his desk, but felt instantly unworthy. Gina was more Jake’s style. She fought the need to lower her chin.
“Look at me, Lydia.”
He pushed her. “Why?” She shifted her gaze and hit him with her direct stare.
“Thank you. I needed to see your eyes.” He reached out and swiped a lock of hair from her face. He tucked the strand behind her ear, and let his finger drag down her face to her shoulder. All the while his gaze captured hers, not letting go. “How are you this morning?”
“I’m okay.”
“Okay? Hmm, maybe I should do something to improve your mood? What would you say to that?”
“Here?” she gasped and quickly turned to look out the door.
He grabbed hold of her shoulders, lifting her slightly off the floor.
“Yes, here.” He brought their bodies together, claimed her lips and swept his tongue through her mouth, awakening her sexual hunger.
She felt wanted. She felt claimed. Images from the night before swam in her mind. Silly challenges from the office mean girl were all forgotten. He set her down and nipped at her lower lip.
“We have a lot to do today. Unfortunately we cannot go any further, now.” He stepped back behind his desk as casually as if he’d just greeted the mail man.
“But you would want to?” Still looking at the papers on his desk, she didn’t think he heard her. She took a step closer. “You would repeat last night?”
Her words stopped him. His gaze searched her face. Placing his hands on the desk he leaned forward and said, “Lydia, I fully intend to further explore your body and mind. After all, there are a few places I haven’t yet completely inspected.”
Her mind ran through what he had done to her last night, and there was only one place she could think of. Warmth fluttered through her face.
“Now, that is a beautiful sight.” He returned to his papers. “I’m going to have to keep thinking of ways to shock you simply to see you blush again.” With the papers properly sorted, his attention returned to her. “Is Gina a problem?”
Gina was a lot of things, but she’d never thought of her as a problem. “I don’t think so.”
“Don’t be afraid to put her in her place. She likes that more than she lets on. She’s the type to push so she can be pushed back.”
“I hadn’t thought of her that way. Interesting.”
“Let me know if she becomes a problem.” His gaze drilled into hers, not letting her escape.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” His posture remained controlled, but the smirk couldn’t be missed.
She added her own version of the devilish grin, which ignited another blush before she even spoke. “Okay, Sir.”
“Trouble.” He stalked towards her and ruthlessly swept his hand under the hem of her skirt to press firmly along her panties. His lips pressed to her ear. “Hot and damp.”
The palm of his hand pressed on her clit, and he bent his knuckles, sending the tips of his fingers past the edge of her panties to drag along her slit.
“Be careful what you say to me, sweetheart, or you’ll shatter my control.” With one last drag of his fingers, he pulled away and walked from the room.
She turned around and watched him go. Her heart pounded. All she could do was follow him, but she couldn’t move. The exchange with Jake left her bones unsettled, and the all too familiar ache tried to set-up shop in her chest. She hadn’t expected him to crave more from her, and now she couldn’t deny he did. Was she going to deny herself the pleasure of getting to know him?
TAKING CHANCES BUY LINK:


Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/taking-chances-by-s-j-maylee/


Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Taking-Chances-Love-Projects-ebook/dp/B00EPWDHP4

All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-takingchances-1269898-147.html



GIVEAWAY:

To celebrate her debut, SJ’s hosting a giveaway for a $10 Amazon Gift Card. a Rafflecopter giveaway

S.J. MAYLEE BIO:



S. J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.

When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.

As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/SJMaylee @SJMaylee

Wednesday, 4 September 2013

Spotlight on Reporting To Him @alexohurley #newrelease

Happy Hump Day, folks.

I have a special treat for you today. The lovely, and talented Alexandra O'Hurley is on my blog today with her brand new release, which looks like another must read. Alex is one of my favourite Author, so enjoy!

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Thanks for letting me invade your space, Doris!  This story is one I’m really excited to see published, especially since it started as a RWA chapter meeting little exercise.  I had a little nugget of an idea that had been in the back of my mind for years, so I was picked to share that nugget and let some of my chapter mates brainstorm with me.  Thanks to my kind fellow authors, like Nan O’Berry and Aliyah Burke, the story really came to life in the matter of an hour.  It was fun to write and knowing those ladies – who’ve now become great friends—were a part of the process only made getting it to this point all the more special.


Career driven to a fault, Sydney Grayson has forged a path up the corporate ladder at a NYC newsmagazine. When she learns about a potential rung coming open, she takes a shot on the editor-in-chief job and dreams of the big office. Unfortunately, a corporate merger nearly pushes her out the front door instead. Once she learns she's not getting the job, a night of excesses ends up with her tied in a sexy Brit's bed. He drives her past the quiet control she has on her life and demands more than one night.

Jensen Archer flies into town on his father's orders--close the barely profitable magazine arm of their new acquisition and do it quickly. But when he realizes his sexy one night stand is also the assistant editor, he knows he has to touch and taste her again. But can hot sex lead to love? He's in for a battle pitting himself against his embittered father. Jensen has to decide if he stands with his family or the woman who makes his body tremble with need.

Buy Links
Amazon – Coming Soon!
Barnes and Noble – Coming Soon!

Author Link – www.alexandraohurley.com


Excerpt
“You promised you could get me that interview, Manny. I’ve already pitched the story, and it all hinged on you making the meet happen.” Sydney Grayson looked out the window from the backseat of the cab. Pouring rain hit the outside of the glass, the storm the only reason she was paying for transportation. She typically walked the few blocks to work, but she didn’t want to be soaking wet by the time she got to her office. The morning wasn’t a good one because of the weather. Manny trying to wiggle out of his promise only made it worse. “I need this interview.”

As Sydney held her cell to her ear with her shoulder, she juggled her coffee and her planner, trying to find her story notes in her bag. Without the interview with the real estate mogul’s son, her piece would be worthless. Her contact in his building had promised her a break, but since making that promise Manny had come up with excuse after excuse as to why he couldn’t get her in to see the man.

“I didn’t know he was going to be heading overseas, Sydney. It was a last-minute schedule change. He won’t be back for a month. If you still want to talk to him at that point, I can make it happen.”

Likely story. “The piece was supposed to be ready for the upcoming issue. I need that meet now. When does his plane leave?” Sydney dug in her bag for her pen, knowing she was pushing her luck. But if she didn’t pin Manny to the wall now, the interview was never going to happen.

“What? You gonna track him down at LaGuardia and force him to answer your questions?” Manny chuckled into the earpiece.

She scribbled the airport name down. The more she got Manny talking, the more she could get him to spill. “If I have to. I’ll do just about anything to get the story. When’s he leaving? Today, tomorrow?”

Sydney heard the sigh on the other end of the line before silence filled her ear. She could still hear breathing and the tiny hum of the open line, so she knew he hadn’t hung up on her. “If he finds out I gave you these details, I could be out of a job, Syd.”

“You know I won’t give you up.” Come on, come on…just tell me already. “You’ve helped me out before, and I’ve never ratted you out.”

“Yeah, but only a small few know his itinerary. They could narrow it down. It would be one thing for you to show up in the building, another to show up at the airport. It’s just too close.”

“He won’t find out through me. Come on, Manny. If we don’t nail his father for the tenements, who will? You grew up in one of those buildings. Don’t you want the kids living there now to have a better life than you did? Where are those families gonna go if Tate bulldozes those buildings?”

Sydney knew it was a low blow to bring up Manny’s history, but she needed this story, and not in a month. She needed it now, or the story could all fall apart around her just like the buildings were going to. There would always be some excuse coming. Andrew Tate was a busy man, always on the go. She needed to cut through Manny’s bullshit and get to Andrew.

“Why not interview the old man? What’s Andrew going to do?”

“Andrew’s being groomed to be just like his father. His armor may not be as thick as his dad’s yet, so I can get to him and obtain the info I need to blow this wide open.”

“And if Andrew doesn’t know about the buildings?”

“Then perhaps he needs his eyes opened.”

“You know he’s not going to answer you, no matter where you see him. He didn’t fall far from the tree at all.” Manny released another sigh. “He leaves today in about an hour. And you’re in luck. He has to go through TSA because the plane could only pick up in a secured area due to the rush. Typically he’s driven straight out to the plane.”

I would’ve found a way onto the tarmac if I had to. “Which terminal?”

Terminal D.

“Manny, I owe you big-time.”

“You got that straight. I’m expecting a big steak dinner at Peter Luger for me and my girl outta this.”

Sydney cringed. The price tag on that meal was going to hurt her pocketbook, but it might be worth it if she got a chance to obtain what she needed. “Sure, yeah.”

As she hit the End button on her phone, Sydney leaned up close to the driver. “Change of direction. Take me to LaGuardia.”

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Sydney stood at the terminal entrance, her mini digital recorder in hand, waiting for Andrew Tate as a long list of questions ran through her mind. Her gaze roamed the crowds. She was looking for signs of his arrival, knowing he rarely traveled alone. As she leaned against the wall, she felt antsy, her nerves getting the better of her. For all outward appearances, she was a balls-to-the-wall reporter willing to do just about anything to get the story, but in reality she was only human. Fear peeked in on occasion as she wondered what the hell she was doing. She was one story away from landing her ass in jail.

She watched as a group of passengers de-boarded. Family members waited for them in the terminal with signs and flowers and whatnot. Hugs and shows of affection abounded, and it hurt Sydney to watch. Who would be there to welcome her back from a flight? No one, really. Jealousy spiked as Sydney scrutinized the people, her chest aching with intense need to belong somewhere outside of work. She knew she shouldn’t feel the emotion. Yet she was unable to stop it.

Lost in thought, she nearly missed the pack of burly men strolling through the terminal. They had to be a security team. Andrew Tate would more than likely be at the center of that throng, hidden behind a wall of brute strength. Sydney couldn’t even see between the musclemen, but in her gut she knew it was him. They quickly approached the TSA checkpoint, and that was when she spotted him. Dark sunglasses hid his handsome face, but there was no hiding the tailored clothes encasing the fit body of the man all five boroughs hailed as the Prince of New York City.

Clicking her tape recorder on, Sydney rushed toward the checkpoint, ready to invade the group. When she was a few feet from Tate, she saw another man approach Tate from the other side of his horde of bodyguards. One of the guards blocked the man’s path, but Andrew stopped the guard and clasped the man in a bear hug. Suitcase in hand, the random guy was apparently de-boarding a recent flight and was currently getting in her damned way. The only good thing about the encounter was that the guards seemed more interested in the man Andrew Tate was talking to, and less aware she was closing in for the kill. As she neared, she heard a snippet of their conversation.

“Still flying commercial?” Tate smiled as he stood facing the mystery man.

“My father’s still cheap as ever, but then I’m a nobody. I don’t have to hide on a private jet.” The stranger spoke with a British accent, clipped tones that were really pleasant to her ears—that is, if he hadn’t been throwing a wrench into her plan. His gaze moved to hers, and she nearly stopped in her tracks as their stares locked. Sydney was stunned by how handsome he was. Electricity sparked through her. He seemed to tense and take note of her as well. Her breath caught in her lungs as his gaze perused her, her body tingling under his appraisal. Heat pooled between her legs just from the attention he was giving her.

She shook off the sensation. There was no way she could let the interloper prevent her from getting what she needed. She had a story to do, and a casual attraction wasn’t in the cards. Andrew Tate was the target, not some guy her libido was standing up and taking notice of. And oh boy, it was taking notice, all right.

“Mr. Tate, what do you have to say about the tenement buildings your father is demolishing? How is he going to care for the poor families living there now?”

Andrew Tate spun around, his scrutiny clearly showing he was not happy to be interrupted from his little reunion just as one of his security guards began dragging her away.

She wasn’t going to let that stop her. “Where will the families live now that your father is tearing down their homes? Do you have any idea what these families are facing?”

Sydney felt the security guard’s arm wrap around her neck, cutting off her air supply and ending her futile attempt at a forced interview. Tate and the mystery man looked at her in horror. The guard’s thick arm was doing the trick; little specks of light were glimmering in her gaze as her oxygen levels slowly depleted.

The Brit jumped forward, worry etched on his face. “You’re suffocating her!”

“Just doing my job, sir,” the burly guard replied, his husky voice vibrating through her.

“You’re not supposed to kill her.” The Brit wrestled her away from the security guard as she sucked in a few large drafts of air. Dots began to dance even more furiously in her vision. She took in more oxygen, and pressure filled her chest, her lungs burning. Once she gathered her wits, she stood up straighter and looked around.

They were all gone.

Except for the Brit. He stood before her, concern written in the lines of his face. “Are you well?”

Sydney nodded, trying to look through the crowds to see where Tate had gone. “You let him get away!”

You’re welcome?” He shook his head and casually glanced over his shoulder in the direction Tate had more than likely escaped in before turning back to her and capturing her gaze with his. “By the way, I don’t have the power to stop Andrew Tate when he’s on the move.”

Sydney eyed the man, the electricity from his crystal blue stare making her body grow warmer and warmer. A hum seemed to sound between their bodies, a palpable charge in the air. She wanted to swim in his gaze and get lost in him. She pushed the thought from her mind. He’d given Tate time to run off and ruined her chance at an interview. He wasn’t a guy to go gaga over.

The Brit drew his bag over his shoulder and picked up his suitcase. “Glad to see you’re all right.” He began to walk away as she watched, dumbstruck.

Sydney followed once she realized he could be a way in, suddenly smelling the key to fix her current problem. “How do you know Tate?”

“Why do you care so much?” he asked as he continued to walk briskly through the terminal.

“His family is about to cause a lot of heartache for some families in this city. I just want to find a way to stop them.”

“Ahh…so you’re a do-gooder searching for a way to right wrongs and fight the good fight.”

“Something like that.” She cringed at the little white lie. Yes, the story could potentially get Tate Construction to stop their plans, so it wasn’t a complete fib.

The Brit suddenly halted and looked her over. His gaze settled on her face for a moment before he continued to walk on. “I haven’t seen him in years, so I doubt I can be of any help to you.”

“That’s not what I asked. I just wanted to know how you knew him,” she said as she caught up with him.

He was quiet a long minute, enough to make her think he was ignoring her. She wanted to reach out and grasp his wrist, anything to make him stop and look at her again. Finally before she took drastic actions he sighed. “We were in university together.”

The man didn’t appear to be a cutthroat businessman. He was comfortable and relaxed, without the killer instinct. “You went to Harvard?”

“Is that a stretch to the imagination?” He gazed at her, his smile broadened with amusement.

“No, you just don’t seem to be cut from the same cloth as Tate.”

“You’re quite right on that account,” he said as he glided through the airport’s terminal exit doors. A limo was parked outside, and a driver was waiting for him. The driver took the man’s bags as he neared the car.

Sydney took in the car, knowing there was something familiar about the man, but she couldn’t make the connection. If he had a car and driver waiting for him, he wasn’t a run-of-the-mill schmo. “What’s your name?”

The Brit shook his head as he opened his own door, the driver pushing his bags in the trunk. “I’m nobody.” He smiled at her, a bright white grin that made her girlie parts want to introduce themselves, intimately. She beat them back into submission and stared him down, determined not to melt. He nodded, entered the car, and closed the door.

As the car drove off, she wrote down the license plate on her notepad, missing the last two numbers in her rush. She started jogging ahead, trying to get a better view but it was a lost cause. Sydney stopped in the middle of the pickup area, defeated. She’d just lost a potential key into Andrew Tate’s world. She just knew it.

Not only that, her body screamed its anger that she didn’t have a name or any way to find the most delicious man she’d ever set eyes on. Her body was still reeling from being in his presence. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy was wet and achy. Sydney wasn’t the kind of girl to throw herself at a man. There wasn’t time in her life for strings, but she was curious what a night in his arms would feel like. A shiver raced down her spine as a vision of her in his bed entered her mind.

A horn blared behind her and made her jump right out of her skin. She turned and glared at the cabbie behind her, sticking up a middle finger as he screamed at her to get out of the way. How dare he ruin a perfectly good fantasy?

Copyright © Alexandra O'Hurley

Tuesday, 3 September 2013

#TantalizingTuesdays The Window

Another Tuesday, another Tease. Enjoy - The Window


"I said keep your hands up, pet."
His voice had dropped an octave, and it now held that edge of command she was utterly unable to resist. Shivers of anticipation danced across her spine, and she gasped when he stepped right up to her.
He'd lost his shirt, judging by the warmth of his hair roughened chest against her bare back. His calloused fingers slid up her arm and held her hand up on the window. Puffs of his hot breath skittered across the sensitive skin of her neck and she barely suppressed her moan. Carla lifted her head to give him better access.
He murmured his approval as his other hand slid ever closer to her breast. Instantly her nipples puckered in anticipation of his touch.
"Eager, aren't we, pet?"
His voice was tinged with amusement now, and she could feel his smile in the kiss he dropped her on her shoulder.
"For you, always, Sir."
Carla looked across the street and a bubble of unease or was it excitement popped in her belly.
"But, Sir, do we have to do this where anyone can see?"
His amused laughter vibrated through her.
"Oh yes, pet. Smile for our audience."




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As ever, let me know what you thought of my teaser today.

D xx

Sunday, 1 September 2013

#SexySnippets from Man-Droid the Orgasmatron #outdoorsex @sirenbookstrand #scifi


Happy Sunday folks.



My seven are taken once again from my Man-Droid. One of Beth's secret fantasies is outdoor sex, so naturally he has to make sure she crosses it off her bucket list.

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“Are you wet for me, my sweet little Beth? Are you ready for my thick cock to slide into your wet cunt and make you beg for more? Are you going to come for me and scream my name?”

His growled whispers in her ear pitched her need sky high, and she gasped when her back hit the cool surface of a marble statue of Eros. Somehow Elliot had danced them right out the ballroom and into the garden. This side of the patio was deserted and cast in shadows, the music and hum of the ball room a distant noise. Elliot took her arms and pinned them above her head.


[Siren Classic: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Romance, light bondage, spanking, HEA]

The plan had been simple. Sign up for the sex android trial, so that she had a doting boyfriend to present at the dreaded school reunion.

It was just her luck that Bethany Devlin had to get the one man-droid with an emotion chip. Unable to resist Elliot's charms, she finds in him the only partner she can truly submit to. If only he was real and not just an illusion.

Elliot Parsons has a hard time coming to terms with the fact that he has emotions. Orgasmatrons are programmed to fulfill their partner's every sexual fantasy, but Beth proves to be so much more than just another program to run through. He needs her submission like the very air he pretends to breathe, and he will do anything to keep her safe.

Deciding what is love and what is lust proves nigh on impossible when the government interferes. Time is running out…

Available now:  http://www.bookstrand.com/man-droid-the-orgasmatron




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