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Breaking News: Rock-God Jase West Quits the Music Biz!

Jase West has it all. Millions of adoring fans, money, women, cars and the talent that affords him the extravagant lifestyle he enjoys. But in reality, his life has become nothing more than a non-stop hazy binge of coke-fuelled sets, bright lights and endless travel. At one time, creating the music was the most important thing. Somewhere along the way he’s lost the heart for it and himself in the process.

After fulfilling his contractual obligations, Jase quits the music business and goes back to school, re-emerging as Jason Westlake, history teacher.

During Jason’s first set of parent/teacher interviews, he meets burned once, twice shy, Lainey Clarkson, the single mother of one of his students, and he’s immediately drawn to her. The country music lovin' mama has no idea who Jase West is and Jason wants to keep it that way. But secrets always have a way of coming out and building a new relationship on them is nothing but a heartbreak song in the making.

Erotic Excerpt: 

Lainey was already waiting patiently in the driveway when Jason pulled up. God she looked beautiful. How did she just keep getting better and better-looking? Today she wore a classy double-breasted navy dress with gold buttons, almost military style, her dark hair done in a loose knot. He wanted to get his fingers into it.

Jason unfolded his tall frame from the little sports car. “Hey, beautiful.” Snagging her around the waist, he pulled her to him before taking her lips in a long hot kiss.

When he finally came up for air she breathed, “Well, hello, handsome. I think you just squished our sandwiches.”

He shrugged. “That’s okay.”

They walked up to the front door and he unlocked it. The minute they were inside and the door shut, she was back in his arms, kissing him madly. He was just about to tackle the buttons down the front of her dress when she started to sink down in front of him. Unfastening the button and fly of his tailored pants, she had them open before he could blink. Impatiently, she worked them over his hips and released his swollen cock to the air.

“God, Lainey, what are you doing to me?”

“Shh, I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” she confessed as she licked her lips, then slid them, warm and firm, around the head.

She pushed him back against the door.

Fuck! She’d been thinking about this all morning? She’d been thinking of giving him head? Thinking about his dick? Sucking it? His thoughts as well as what she was doing to him were going to make him come way too soon for his liking.

Jason splayed his fingers into her hair, holding her head as she ran her tongue from the bulbous head to the root, stopping to suck each ball softly, one by one, before making the journey back up. Jason watched it all from above. Her eyes were closed as if she were enjoying it too, maybe savoring it as much as he was. Having the visual along with the sensation was almost more than he could take.

Lainey licked the pre-cum from the tip before taking the crown into her mouth again. She made a humming sound of appreciation in the back of her throat, causing him to moan in response. She pulled his cock forward and took as much as she could, letting her lips and jaw close firmly around him, replicating her hot wet cunt. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, breathing hard.

Lainey wrapped her hand around the base of his dick as she withdrew back up to the tip. Then she began to go down on him until the tip hit the back of her throat. While making a fist she attempted to make up the rest of the distance. She began to pump her hand in conjunction with the mouth action.

Jason’s heart pounded, along with his blood. His grip tightened in her hair as he moaned his pleasure loudly. “Ahh, fuck, Lainey!” He gritted his teeth as she picked up the tempo even more.

Jason felt the hot rush of excitement building and building, higher and faster as she expertly sucked and stoked his eager cock. He clamped down on his glutes and tightened his thighs trying to stave off the inevitable, to eke out one more second of pleasure. But when she closed her other hand around his balls and she reached with her fingers adding some pressure back there, it was all over for him.

“Aww, God!” he hissed, dragging his hands out of her hair, placing them to her cheeks, stroking her in appreciation as he sprayed the back of her throat.

“Mmm,” she hummed again, not letting up on the rhythm until she’d milked every last drop from him. When she finally released her hold, he pulled her head against his stomach just hugging her.

She moved her hands up to his hips.

“Mmm,” Jason repeated. “Whoa!”

With her eyes half closed in desire, she looked up at him, her face flushed, her lips pink and swollen and she smiled at him.
He would never forget her expression. “You thought about that all morning?” he asked, his voice raspy.

She kissed his stomach and he helped her to her feet. “Yes,” she said simply, rising. “I can’t seem to keep you out of my mind either.”

“And you thought about that? Fuck me, how could I be so lucky?”

She grinned. “Ya liked that, huh?”

“Liked? Liked is too tame a word for that.”

Jason pulled her against him and he felt her tremble. He may have been lucky but she was still suffering some major arousal, he guessed. He started to pull up the skirt of her form-fitting dress. She resisted at first. “What are you doing?” she said attempting to smooth the material back down.

“Let me touch you.”

“No.”

“Come on, let me touch you. I know you’re turned on.”

She smirked and blushed.

They waged a tug of war for a moment before he decided to try a different tactic. He kissed her, hotly, teasing her until finally she worked her hands around his neck, and he seized the opportunity to pull her skirt up to her waist. There was no fight left in her.

Jason eased his palm down into her panties, allowing his fingers to sweep between her lips. He was met with soft, hot, slick liquid just waiting to be savored.

“Now what I wanna know is,” he whispered into her mouth, “were you this wet from thinking about what you were going to do to me, or was it doing it to me that got you so worked up?”

Woooo! Is it hot in here? I hope you enjoyed this sexy snippet from Rock Me Gently. Go forth and have a sinful Sunday, folks. I know what I'm gonna go do. 🤭

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NØT Safe For Sunday Snippet : Enjoy the opening scene from Sin Bin #priest #eroticromance #taboo #NotSafeforSunday #Adult +18 #excerpt

Sacred & Profane

When Daunté Bennifetto left home to attend seminary school, he never intended to return to the small town he’d grown up in. But it would seem God had other plans.

After Father Eton’s sudden death, Daunté finds himself in charge of his childhood parish and all of its parishioners, including Camillah Lima, the woman he can’t seem to forget. And true to form, the wild and spirited girl he remembers hasn’t changed a bit, headlining at a club as an exotic dancer.

When Daunté runs into Mrs. Lima—Camillah's disapproving mother—she begs him to intervene in her daughter's life, perhaps setting her back on the path to righteousness. Because of their sordid past, he knows he should stringently refuse, yet he can't seem to stay away. Night after night, Father Bennifetto finds himself worshiping at Cam’s feet, in a club appropriately named, The Sin Bin.

Author Note: Sin Bin was formerly featured in the Sacred & Profane Anthology

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Chapter One

“Don’t you want to come inside me?” Camillah panted as she straddled his lap. “Just once before you give your life to God, don’t you want to know what it feels like to be inside me, Daunté?”

He shook his head in denial, but was already gripping her hips, guiding them. “God forgive me!”

Cam unzipped his jeans, and gasped. “Oh, Daunté, you’re so hard.”

When she feathered her fingertips over his throbbing tip, he almost bucked her from his lap.

“This one time…please,” she begged, “it’ll have to last us a lifetime.”

Again, she reached for him, but he gripped her wrist. One touch and he’d never make it inside her sweet, ripe pussy.

Still in her clothes from dance class, she lifted the short filmy skirt giving him a glimpse of the pristine white bodysuit beneath. His gaze went straight to the sleek triangular swatch between her legs.

Eagerly, he dragged his hand between her thighs. His fingertips caught the row of snaps on her leotard.

“Pull ’em, Daunté,” she dared breathlessly while rocking her hips invitingly.

He tugged on the material—that last thin barrier between them—and with three small pops, his fingers met her soft flesh. “Uhhh, Cammie.”

She swatted his hand out of the way, and lowered her center of gravity, then she rubbed her pussy against his aching erection. Her juices coated his length, creating the most decadent sensation.

“I can’t stand it, Cam.”

She reared up. He held his cock straight, and as she descended, he plunged...

* * * *

Father Daunté Bennifetto collapsed against his pillows, gasping for breath. Sweat covered his thrumming body. Warm sticky ejaculate streaked his palms.

It wasn’t exactly how it had happened. His mind had fine-tuned the memory over time, and his lascivious imagination had filled in the rest. That one sexual encounter was supposed to expunge his wicked urges, but it had done the opposite and only whet his appetite for more.

Rolling out of bed, he immediately went to the bathroom.

Disgusted with himself, he stared at his reflection in the mirror as he scrubbed his hands clean. His thick dark hair was uncharacteristically tousled and the layer of coarse stubble covering his jaw leant him a sinister air. His eyes appeared almost black. Evil. Again his obscene desires had gotten the better of him.

He knew what he had to do.

Daunté strode back into the bedroom and knelt at the side of his bed. From under the mattress he dragged out the hardbound case. He depressed the latches, and opened the lid.

Warily, he hefted the discipline strap, testing the weight in his hand.

With a deep breath, he gained his feet, and faced the full-length mirror. He opened his stance and braced himself—for a different kind of release.

      He bowed his head and began to pray, as he snapped the end of the whip over his left shoulder with stinging precision. 

© H K Carlton

I hope you enjoyed the extract from Sin Bin. 

Go forth and have a sinful Sunday.

~ H K

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Enjoy A NØT Safe For Sunday Snippet from Xmas Spouse Swap #erotica #SpouseSwapping #Taboo

Today I'm sharing a cut scene from Xmas Spouse Swap

Here's the Blurb:

Meet the twins who take share and share alike to a whole new level…

Separated at the age of sixteen by selfish battling parents going through a bitter divorce, twin sisters, Iris and Siri Beaulieu, vow to never be apart on Christmas Eve, which is also their birthday.

Now grown and married and perhaps a bit bored with their husbands, the twins decide to give each other the ultimate birthday present, by switching identities.

And one tipsy Christmas Eve leads to a twin swap, the husbands will never forget.

Now a little background on why the scene had to be reworked—

When I started writing this story, I intended it to be a simple smutty switcheroo with a Christmassy setting. Some fun escapism for holiday-weary readers. But as often happens, I found there was more to this story than I'd originally planned and there's nothing simple about swapping spouses. Especially when there is already a sister connection to begin with. 

I also learned there is a fine line—at least in this genre and for certain publishers—as to writing sex scenes when there are siblings involved and there should be zero arousal or attraction between the two. Apparently, that's a no-no. I was told it might be considered by some, to be incestuous. But it never occurred to me when I was writing this scene, that that was how it might be construed. It was purely an erotic scene, at least to me. I mean, show me one person who is already in a highly aroused state, who hasn't been even more turned on, by certain stimuli that might not, under typical circumstances, get them off. Some things just tip you over the edge.

Here is the uncut, unedited scene, from the original version of Xmas Spouse Swap... which was 'just too taboo' to keep in the story. Even after it was pointed out to me, I still thought the way I wrote the scene was passable. You be the judge...

“Hey where are you two lovely ladies going?” Kyle called after them.

“We’re going to put our jammies on,” Iris replied, over her shoulder.

“I like the sound of that.” Kyle grinned.

“I’ll just bet you do,” Iris shot back.

“What’s not to like. Gorgeous twins, in lingerie. I mean, come on.”

“Who said anything about lingerie?”

“Well, a guy can dream, can’t he? Christmas miracles and all that. You’re the one who says anything can happen at Christmas.”

This time, Iris rolled her eyes. 

“Crank up the tunes, Ky,” Siri said. “We won’t be long.”

“You see, why can’t Brett be more like Kyle?” Siri said, as soon as she closed the bedroom door.

“Aren’t you being a bit hard on him? You know sometimes, I’d like Kyle to be serious about something. Anything, actually.”

“Maybe if we combined them, we’d have a perfect man.” Siri rifled through her suitcase and quickly changed into a deep burgundy colored chemise that barely covered her ass or her breasts.

“Wow, am I gonna look plain next to you,” Iris said.

“Why, what did you bring?” Siri peered over.

“Shorts and tank top with candy canes and gingerbread men on them.”

Siri rolled her eyes and tossed a green nightie, in the same style, to her.

“I don’t know, Sear, I’m not sure I feel comfortable parading around in front of your husband…”

“Just say thank you and put it on, Eye.” Siri said through clenched teeth.

As Iris changed, she said, “Hmm, seems to me, Brett’s not the only one wound a little tight.”

“You’ve no idea,” Siri responded. “Are you ready?”

“Hand me your brush.” Iris combed her hair while Siri merely scrunched her long blonde tresses with her fingers.

“Here, don’t forget your hat.” Siri handed Iris the red one.

“Mine’s the green one, remember?” Iris corrected, with her hand out.

“Wait.” All of a sudden, Siri stilled.

“I’m having trouble keeping up with your mood swings here, Sear.”

“What if we…” Siri raked her lip with her teeth.

“Oh no. I know that look. What are you plotting and how is it going to get me in trouble.”

“No-no. It’ll be fun. I promise!”

“I’ve heard that before. Right before I got either grounded, earned detention, or got sent to the principal’s office. Oh and once landed us in the back of a cop car.”

“Oh stop. I meant well.” Siri grinned and Iris was relieved to see a genuine smile on her sister’s face. She’d been starting to get worried. Whatever she had planned, she’d probably go along with, just to keep her smiling.

“So?” Iris prompted.

Siri planted the green hat on her head. “Let’s switch.”

Iris’ excitement, dimmed. “I… I don’t know, Sear.”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!”

In her opinion, it was asking for trouble with a capital T.

“There’s no way, they’d fall for it, Siri, they know us too well.”

Her sister’s shoulders sagged and for a moment Iris was about to acquiesce.

“You’re probably right. Here take your silly green hat.” She headed for the door with the red one.

“Siri.”

Siri turned and held out her hand. The excitement in her eyes was gone. “Let’s dance and rub all up on our husbands. That was your suggestion, remember.” She opened the door and dragged Iris with her.

“Check it out!” Kyle cheered when he got an eye full of the two of them in their similar low-cut, shorty nighties, topped off with the Santa hats.

“How about a little holiday hoe-down, fellas?” Siri invited, seductively, doing a full body roll.

“Merry freakin’ Christmas!” Kyle bellowed and cranked the music.

Siri seemed to perk up at his exuberance.

“How about we give them a twin show, they won’t ever forget.” Siri pressed up against Iris’ back and she tempted them, with the most sensually fluid arm gestures, using her wrists and her fingers to beckon them closer. “We'll get them so hot and horny they won't know what to do with themselves."

Kyle all but floated over to them. “What have we here?” He placed one hand on Iris’ hip and his other on Siri’s and he began to move with them rhythmically.

Both women sidled up to Kyle. Greedily, he wrapped his arms around each of them.

“Fuck you Brett, my Christmas wish came true!” he called. “I got both Beaulieu sisters.”

For a few minutes, Brett sat in a chair across the room, with his snifter of Brandy, and simply watched the girls dance provocatively with Kyle.

Iris couldn’t keep her gaze from straying to Brett. Yes, he was keeping close tabs on his wife and Kyle but Iris could also feel the heat and intensity of his gaze on her as well. It made her want to move more sensually, just for him.

“Your husband likes to watch,” Kyle said to Siri.

“Indeed he does,” Siri replied in a sultry voice.

For some reason the thought fascinated Iris.

Iris pried her attention away from Brett to look at Kyle. His eyes were heavy with arousal. He was definitely getting off on dancing with the two of them. Siri was feeding off him too.

Wickedly, Iris wanted Brett to take pleasure in them too.

“Come, Brett, join us.” Iris tried to imitate the same dramatic gestures with her arms as Siri had when calling Kyle over.

She was pleased when Brett set his glass down and made his way over.

To her delight, he didn’t immediately go to his wife, instead he placed his hands at Iris’ waist and moved with her.

Gradually, the guys moved in, practically sandwiching the twins between them. Iris and Siri ended up, back to back.

Yet soon, Kyle, who was still holding Siri, reached for Iris. Skimming with his hand, he followed the curve of her neck and shoulder and part way down her arm. He then detoured around front where he cupped her breast and fondled it. She was both mortified and turned on at the same time. Especially when Brett lowered his gaze and watched Kyle’s hand at work. Brett ever so slowly trailed his hand up her side and rested his palm at the side of her other breast. He caressed her side boob with his thumb. The soft gesture sent the most delicious tendrils of sensation straight to her pussy.

Iris had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Her nipples hardened to aching points as Brett and Kyle double-teamed her. Yet she wanted more, much more. What would it be like to be touched by both men at the same time? She tried to resist the urge to fidget hoping to direct Brett’s hand where she craved it most.

Not to be outdone, Siri turned her back to Kyle, yet kept him close. Iris wondered if her sister could feel her husband’s erection nudging her ass. For there was no doubt that all four of them were equally aroused at their spontaneous play.

“Move your hip just a smidge, Eye,” Siri whispered.

The flutter of her warm breath on Iris’ neck, made her shudder, in the best possible way.

Shamelessly, Siri reached around Iris and palmed her husband’s cock through his trousers.

“Ohhh, aren’t you nice and hard!” Siri crooned.

Iris fisted her hands. Her fingers itched to touch him too, and find out for herself just how hard he truly was.

Iris peered up at Brett, wondering at his reaction.

But to her surprise, he wasn’t even looking at Siri, his focus was squarely on her.

Siri chuckled. Iris was sure the low devious sound went through them all. It certainly did her.

“Seems Kyle isn’t the only man who has a twin fetish.” Siri all but purred. She was enjoying this and not only in the physical sense. She was pushing Iris right out of her comfort zone and if she wasn’t mistaken, she was doing the same to Brett.

Just when she thought there was nothing left Siri could do to shock her, her sister proved her wrong. Siri lowered her head and kissed a slow path up Iris’ neck.

Iris was more than aware that she’d done it purely to excite the men, but in her highly aroused state, it did crazy things to her, too.

“Oh, god,” she murmured. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to maintain eye contact with Brett. That connection in and of itself was stimulating her on a whole other level. Yet what she really wanted to do, was let her head fall back on Siri’s shoulder and let them all go at it.

A nerve in Brett’s jaw ticked rapidly.

All of a sudden there seemed to be a cacophony of heavy breathing assaulting her from all sides, along with an orgy of hands. She wilted.

Oh god, yes!

So readers? What's the verdict?

Too much? Yah or nay? Let me know your thoughts. 

A similar scene did make it into the book, but with the unbending guidelines adhered to. *yawn*

Xmas Spouse Swap

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Enjoy A NØT Safe For Sunday Snippet from If You Can't Handle the Heat #erotic #romance

After unhooking the front clasp, he brushed the material aside, baring her pale breasts. Her nipples hardened under his rapt gaze. She arched her back, enticing him. With the lightest touch, he plucked the pebbled buds, dragging an angsty groan from her. His cock strained against his fly. 

“What do you want me to do, Syn?” he murmured. 

“Uhh, get it, Théo,” she begged, restlessly. 

He opened his hand and circled her nipple with his palm. The sensation shot straight through his hand and right to his cock. “Like this?” 

“No, God, Théo, use your mouth,” she cried. 

Skeptical of her sudden capitulation, Sesto cautiously bent his head and took the sweet bud between his lips. He fitted his mouth around her erect nipple and inhaled, deliberately causing a cool little windstorm. To his satisfaction, the delicious nub stiffened even more, and Syn rewarded him with another tempestuous cry. 

“Yeah...onhhh, Théo...yeah,” she whimpered. 

He teased her with his tongue, barely skimming the rosy peak. Syn rocked her hips. Christ, she was so responsive and demanding. He was beginning to wonder who was torturing whom? 

Tentatively, he slid his fingertip around the waistband of her yoga pants testing to see if she’d fight. Her stormy green eyes blazed with
arousal. She straightened her legs and allowed him to remove her tights. 

Hastily, Sesto yanked the snug material, managing to ease it past her hips. Once again, he was surprised to find undergarments. 

He framed her lace-covered cunt with his hands, purposely placing his thumb over her clit. She squirmed. “A fine time to where panties, Syn,” he mumbled. 

Maintaining eye contact, Sesto knelt before her, no longer nervous she’d clock him. Syn watched him intently, her mouth open slightly. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. 

So fucking sexy. 

Sesto leaned in and rubbed his unshaven chin against her inner thigh. She gasped and her flesh trembled. She hadn’t been joking, she liked the beard.

Hope you enjoyed this NØT Safe for Sunday Snippet from If You Can't Handle the Heat

The Blurb

An unlikely couple is brought together as celebrity judges on a new reality-based cooking show.

Sesto Théodore, is an arrogant yet well respected American-Italian chef, with several five-star restaurants.

Once bitten, twice shy, Syn Fully, is a jaded author of erotica, rocketing her way up all the best sellers lists.

From the moment Syn and Sesto meet, their personalities clash, yet behind the scenes sparks fly. Getting together would be a recipe for disaster, but hot sex with no-strings couldn't hurt. At least not until real feelings get involved.

But just when Syn considers opening her damaged heart to the cocky chef, video of rather personal content is leaked online. Sesto immediately jumps to conclusions and accuses Syn of the privacy breach.

Can the arrogant chef forgive and forget, or will his pride leave him out in the cold?

Somebody's about to get burned…

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