#MySexySaturday Special Kind of Sexy - Former Rockstar turned history teacher meets burned once, twice shy single mom

My Sexy Saturday Week 186

This Week's Theme: My Special Kind of Sexy

I'm sharing a snip from erotic, contemporary, romance, Rock Me Gently

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.

Excerpt: 

“Excuse me? Oh, I’m sorry, I must have the wrong room.” A lovely brunette, in a floral print dress, ducked into his classroom, bringing him out of his reverie. She glanced down at the sheet of paper in her hand. 

“What room were you looking for?” he asked, smiling as he approached her, fully intending to point the pretty lady in the right direction. 

“I was looking for the history department and a Mr Westlake?” 

He grinned widely. “You found him.” He was pleasantly surprised that she didn’t already know who he was. There had been some press. It had died down considerably but it’d still made the local papers that the one-time rock star had settled down in a suburb near his parents to teach. The principal had warned him the day he hired him that if he created any negative media that threatened the school’s good name and reputation in any way, that he would have no problem firing Jason on the spot. He was forewarned and understood completely. The tabloids could be relentless and entirely false. 

Her vivid green eyes widened slightly. “Oh,” she breathed on a laugh. “I wasn’t… Huh… Jilly didn’…” 

She was flustered and he was delighted by her reaction. It had been a while since he’d had quite that effect on a woman who looked like Jill’s mom. It felt good. A guy didn’t attract as many screaming girls when his daily uniform was a three-piece suit and not a guitar and a cigarette. He would never have guessed that this was Jill’s mom.  

Jill was the quintessential all-American, girl-next-door-looking kid. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Whereas her mother had rich-looking, long, thick, wavy dark hair that he’d love to get his hands tangled in, and dramatic green eyes.  

“You were expecting someone older I suspect. I know they call me Old Man Westlake. But they only do it ‘cause they know I’m just a little bit vain and it bugs me. It just makes them do it all the more,” he confided. “You must be Jillian’s mom.” He offered his hand. She placed her smaller one in his. A current of electricity shot through him. Now he was flustered. His smile slipped a little as she continued to stare up at him. He felt a small tremor run through her or maybe it was him. “Mrs Markham.” 

Taking a step backward, she removed her hand from his grasp and her mouth tightened. Body Language 101—he’d just said something wrong. 

“It’s Clarkson,” she said, tersely. He’d seen the same look cross her daughter’s face a time or two.  

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He wanted to smack his own forehead. Jill’s parents were getting divorced—he knew that. Jill had been having a difficult time with the situation. He’d overheard her talking to her friends about it. Only recently had she begun to open up and smile again. “I knew that. I apologize again, Ms Clarkson. I should have been more prepared.” God, she had him floundering. 

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#MySexySaturday Sexy to the Rescue

Welcome to the 185th week of My Sexy Saturday

This week's theme: Sexy to the Rescue

This week I'm sharing a snip from upcoming release Autumn's Healing... Available for Pre-Order now and Early Download on Tuesday 4/18.

First Meeting...

“Jerusalem,” she said it again.  She blinked rapidly.

The way she said it made his stomach tingle. It didn’t hurt that she was fucking gorgeous—blonde, blue-eyed. Stunning. 

People generally had strange reactions to his name. He’d heard every dumb joke or religious remark going, but this was the first time a woman had seemed on the verge of hyperventilating over it. Her hand trembled in his. It made him want to hold on more firmly. 

All of a sudden he realized she was the same woman he’d seen on the bridge. She’d scared the shit out of him then. For a split second, he’d thought she was going to take a swan dive—the permanent kind. It's why he'd called out. He must have mistaken her intent.  

“That’s a very unique name, Mr. Aames,” she said, seeming to gather her scattered wits.  

He tipped his head. “Salem, please. And you are?” 

“Mikaylah.” 

“Nice to meet you, Mikaylah.” He held her gaze—and her hand—for an overlong moment.

BLURB:

Rarely do we get to pick our battles… Often, they choose us.

Single mom Mikaylah MacDonough and her only daughter Autumn have been on their own a long time. So, when Autumn goes off to school, it seems only natural for Kaylah to pull up stakes and follow, though with some clear-cut boundaries, of course. She’s determined to give Autumn space to enjoy the whole college experience but remain close enough for emergencies, meals and laundry. But when the closing date of the current house overlaps with taking possession of the ‘new’ house, along with orientation week, Autumn has to go it alone. From that moment on, Kaylah’s dreams of a new beginning turn into a complete and total nightmare.

When former serviceman Jerusalem Aames drives up to the century-old Cleary house, he sees dollar signs for himself and his all-veteran crew. The rundown, old place would finally put his fledgling construction-renovation firm in the black. But the moment he meets the gorgeous homeowner who had been duped into buying the money-pit, his attraction is swift and instantaneous.

However, there’s something very strange going on in the dilapidated house that has nothing to do with rotting timbers or shoddy wiring. Whatever it is, it’s affecting Kaylah’s state of mind, and Salem finds himself in a battle he’s not sure he can win.

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General Release Date: May 16th 

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#MySexySaturday - Sexy Stud - A Snip from #mff #menage The Best of Both Worlds

Welcome to the 184th week of My Sexy Saturday

This week's theme: My Sexy Stud

I'm sharing a snip from mff, menage, erotic romance, 

The Best of Both Worlds

Just then, one of the hands came sauntering out of the equipment barn, slapping a set of leather gloves against his pant leg, sending dust flying. “Can I help you?” he prompted before he even looked at me. 

“Hey, Griff,” I greeted, recognizing him right off. If I hadn’t, the dirty old baseball cap he sported would have given him away. “How’ve you been?” A girl never forgets the boy who took her virginity. Then again, I’d pounced on him, so maybe I had actually taken his. 

Griff stopped dead in his tracks and looked me up and down. “Well, Antoinette Oakes, has hell frozen over?” he drawled, a grin spreading across his handsome face. “Is that really you?”  

“In the flesh,” I responded sassily, pushing my shades up into my short bobbed hair so that I could get a good look at him too. Whooee, he was smoldering hot and all grown up. 

Without warning he scooped me up and spun me around. “And what nice flesh it is, as I recall,” he said, with his lips against my neck, causing goose bumps to trail down my arms. Wow. That hadn’t changed. The man could still turn me on like a switch.  

“Put me down, you big ox.” I slid slowly down his body and could not ignore the hard protrusion as I did so. I always did have that effect on him. “Is that your castrator, Griff, or are you just glad to see me?” I giggled, my feet back firmly in the dirt.  

“I’m always glad to see you, honey, you know that.” He took a step back and tucked a thumb in his pocket.  

I couldn’t help but admire the bulge that he did not seem ashamed of. He wasn’t even trying to hide it.  

“You look citified, Annie.” 

“It’s Toni now,” I corrected. 

“Not to me. I fell in love with a girl named Annie.” 

“Well, you fell out of love with her, so nice to meet you Griffin Hollis, I’m Toni.” 

“Who said I fell out of love?"

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#MySexySaturday The notoriously promiscuous girl gets a second chance with the 'nice guy'

Welcome to the 183rd week of My Sexy Saturday

The Rules:

Post 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs of a WIP or published work

This week's theme: Sexy Gentleman 

This week's theme actually reminded me of the dedication I wrote for Memories of Us

Dedication:

To Wild Girls. 

To Pretty Boys. 

And to Daddy's who raise gentle men.

Here's the Blurb

Call Barstow spent the better part of his teenage years fighting off the sexual advances of Karis Hirt. Gorgeous, wild, promiscuous, and his best friend, Trey’s little sister, to boot. 

Determined to keep his friends from his sister, Trey swears all his buddies to a hands-off-the-sister pact, which Call takes very seriously. Call’s pledge is only made more torturous when the sensual little vixen, Karis, is determined to make him break his vow. But his constant rejection only drives her to rebel, leaving her reputation in tatters. 

Years later, Karis resurfaces in Call's life—a subdued version of the wild child he remembers. Suddenly the pact doesn’t seem important anymore, nor does her spotty reputation. As Call begins to reconcile the past-and-present Karis, he is inundated with memories of her and soon finds himself head over heels with the girl who consumed his youth. 

Can Call not only forget but overlook her shadowed sexual history for a bright new future? Or will Karis’ wild past only lead to their eventual ruin?

Excerpt

Over at the bar, Karen, my co-worker, sat talking to a spectre from our past. It was Joy — the girl from the fiasco at the beach when we were teenagers.

The pair of them watched us with interest. Then Joy leaned closer to Karen and said something behind her hand. Karen’s expression changed immediately and her mouth hardened.She glared at Karis. I could only speculate as to the comment.

“Oh, Call, this is a really bad idea.” Karis turned and headed for the door. I ran after her, but my dad intercepted her, gathering her in a big hug. I’d confided in my father about Karis’ worries. My mother gripped my arm and pulled me aside.

We watched as my father systematically worked the room with Karis at his side. The Barstow seal of approval went a long way in this town and he’d just given it in a very public way to the girl I was rapidly losing my heart to. He was brilliant and my chest swelled with pride for the both of them.

The old man even made a point of acknowledging Karen and Joy as he passed them. “Ladies,” my dad murmured pointedly with a nod, his mouth in a derisive line. Karen’s eyes widened and she tripped over an appropriate response to the boss.

“He’s really something,” I said to Mom. “I wanna be just like that man when I grow up.”

My mom patted my chest and straightened my tie. “You’re off to an excellent start, my son. Now what do you say we go reclaim those two gorgeous creatures, take them for a spin on this dance floor, and show these stuffy people how it’s done.” I presented my arm and we did just that.

When I had Karis back in my arms, she said, “Your dad is wonderful. I can see where you get it from.”

“Why thank you. He is the man.” I looked across proudly at him and my mom before turning my focus back to the lovely woman in my arms.

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#MySexySaturday Sexy saves the day...

Welcome to the 181st week of My Sexy Saturday

This week's theme: Sexy Saves the Day 

Enjoy this snip from Running 

(The Always Cambridge Series book 2)

The mob boss's daughter saves SSA Orton yet 
again...

Lorenzo leaned against the rail watching his prey. “Get a sheet of plastic or a tarp or something. Vicki’s a little obsessive compulsive when it comes to the cleanliness of his precious boat. I have a feeling this is gonna get messy.” 

The man hanging limply in the chair, with the help of two goons holding him upright, whimpered. 

“Christ, Lorie. Stop this now. I’d rather you were using my boat to run drugs or something. He’s still alive. You can still stop this," Victor pleaded.

“And why would I want to stop this, Vicki?” 

I was so intent on the people in front of me that I almost let the guard’s light hit me again. He was just about on top of me when something pinged across the deck hitting the opposite rail. Luckily. it send the guard in the opposite direction. 

“That’s the second time tonight I’ve saved your ass,” Holly hissed. 

I looked in the direction of her voice had come from. “Where the hell are you?” I jeered back.  

“I'm in the life boat," she whispered, harshly.

I rolled across the deck. “How did you get in there? I didn’t even see you.” 

The whiteness of her teeth shone in the darkness as she grinned at me. “No shit, Elliott Ness. That was the idea.” 

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Running
Always Cambridge Book 2

Blurb:

It’s been three years since anyone has seen or heard from Holly Cambridge. But when she surfaces, she doesn't return home to the loving arms of her family. Instead, she heads straight to the FBI offering information that will destroy the Cambridge crime family.

Special Agent Alex Orton sees Holly Cambridge as nothing more than the next commendation standing between him and the ultimate promotion. What he doesn't bargain for is the shy, damaged, but feisty little woman that convinces his superiors to let her infiltrate a rival family, with Alex heading up the mission.

Holly and Alex clash at every turn, but Alex is intrigued by Holly’s sharp mind and boundless courage and must constantly fight his burgeoning feelings for his lovely informant. Alex is a strict disciplinarian of the rules and can’t reconcile the girl who can’t play by them.

As Holly carries out the sting and insinuates herself into the enemy’s camp, she develops a close and common bond with the middle Mayhue son, the exotically good looking and charismatic Victor. The very man who could end her life, if he were to discover her secret.

Hands tied, Alex must stand back, for the good of the team, and watch the tragedy play out.

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#MySexySaturday Sexy Warrior...

Welcome to the 180th Week of My Sexy Saturday

This Week's Theme: My Sexy Warrior

A snip from historical romance, The Devil Take You
(which I am slowly re-editing before I shop for a new home for it) 😕

"Come, I will teach you to wield that dirk.”

“’Tis fairly straight forward is it no’?” she asked.

“Nay. It is not. An attacker will be stronger, faster, more savage than you. His determination will be more than yours. You will have to be more cunning to make up for the lack of strength.” He moved toward her.

“You will wield to kill, Braelynn.” Her eyes widened at his words. “You cannot simply wound a man, you must aim for the kill. An injured man is like a wounded animal. First he will be angry that you wounded him. Then he will seek his revenge and he will punish you and probably turn the weapon upon you, after he is done with you. You cannot give him the chance.”

Gard handed her a wooden rule from his desk to act as a dirk. “Now, if he should come for you head on, most like his arms will come from above or mid-level. You must go underneath and aim upward.” He raised his muscular arms and came at her.

She did as instructed and ducked under him aiming the makeshift blade toward his ribs.

“Excellent. The ribs, the stomach are good places. The heart will be instantaneous, the throat as well. Aim here.” When he placed his thumb to her jugular, her gaze met his as he touched her lightly belying his ferocious nature. He slowly scanned her face halting to focus on his own hand at her throat. He stroked his fingers lightly over her neck, sweeping over her breastbone before surprising her with an unprovoked attack. He had her flat on her back before she knew it, smothering her with his weight, out muscling her with his strength. Taking the wooden blade from her with ease, he flung it away from her.

“Now what will you do, Braelynn?” He continued to overpower her raising her heavy skirt. She fought and kicked as she had in the lean-to. “Come, you must stop me. My will is stronger. I will get what I want and take it because you are not strong enough to fight me. My will to get inside you is stronger than your instinct for survival.” Deliberately, he tried to provoke her so that she might turn her anger into something useful. She made all the same mistakes again, ending in the exact same position with him—her skirt up around her waist and Gard with his granite-like hips thrust between her thighs.

“Will you let me do it to you again?”

She went completely still. 

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#MySexySaturday The mob boss's daughter is sexy and strong... A Snip from Always Cambridge

Welcome to the 179th week of My Sexy Saturday

The rules:

Post 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs of a WIP or published work

This Week's theme: Sexy and Strong

Today I'm sharing an excerpt from Running the second book in the Always Cambridge Series. This snip has been edited slightly to fit the MSS Rules a bit better, but you'll get the gist. Miss Holly is strong in mind, body and spirit and it doesn't go unnoticed by Federal Agent, Alex.

“What have I done?” Her expression perplexed, she cocked her head to the side. “You think I’ve done something?” In a split second her features turned from weepy to resentment. “Like what? Stolen something? Used the Bureau to steal information? Ohhh!” She made a strangled sound and her nostrils flared. Tears coursed down her face unchecked now in her anger. “I thought we were over this!” She dumped the contents of her bag out onto my desk. Her laptop hit the desktop with a dull thud. She was mumbling away in exasperation, not making a whole lot of sense, until she turned to me.

“What? Not good enough. You want to frisk me too?” The unbidden thought popped into my head that I probably wouldn’t mind. She was really pissed. She tore off her sweatshirt, her hair flying everywhere as she tangled with it. She threw it to the floor. 

She wore a tight t-shirt beneath. She lifted it as well giving me a glimpse of the camisole under that. It was lacy and feminine. Like her. She patted, pulling it up exposing her pale smooth flesh. As she pulled up her shirts I could see the tape that she used to secure her phone. In her anger she ripped it from her delicate skin and I cringed at the angry red welt it left. She fired the phone onto the desk. Turning in a circle she patted down each leg of her jeans. She shook out her legs. “Are you satisfied or would you like to call a female agent?” 

I stood there stupidly staring at her. I was at a loss and that never happened to me. I knew how to handle every situation. I’d been wrong, and I felt like shit about it, but I couldn’t make myself think beyond her amazingly toned body and the glimpses of creamy flesh she'd  just flashed me. I swallowed hard. She was thin, but she was fit. She worked out. Hard. She didn’t work out to stay thin or to keep that nice little body. She worked her body like she worked her mind. To keep it sharp and ready for any possibility. She looked incredible standing there, her chest heaving in her fury, her hair all mussed with static. I wanted to reach out and smooth it. But I knew she wouldn’t welcome that. More like, she’d rather take another round out of me. But I realized, I was up for that too. 

My main concern for now was getting my mind off her body...

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#MySexySaturday The Hunky Repairman #Saturday7 from Erotic Romance, HARD and FAST

Welcome to the 177^th week of My Sexy Saturday

This week's theme: The Sexy Hunk

Joss and sexy repairman, Billy, meet again. 

A Snip from Hard & Fast

[erotic romance, olderwoman/youngerman]

Excerpt

Just then, one of the wait-staff placed another glass of wine in front Joss.  

“I didn’t order—” she began. 

“The gentleman at the bar sends his regards.” 

Joss grinned and glanced around the table at all her girlfriends and, as one, they turned to see who’d sent the drink. Joss started at one end of the bar and scanned the blue work shirts once again but this time the repairman that she’d been hoping to see was there and had his mug of beer raised in salute with a devastating grin on his face.  

“Oh my God!” Joss breathed, grinning back like an idiot. Excitement built in her stomach, the likes of which she hadn’t known in a very long while. 

“Who the fuck is that hot piece of man and where have you been hiding him, Josslynn?” Della asked.

“I don’t know his name, I ran into him at the bank. We had one of those conversations that was completely benign but it was like we connected and said a whole lot more with our eyes.” 

“By the way that the two of you are devouring each other right now, I’d say you just had your second conversation.” Bryn giggled. 

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#MySexySaturday He didn't call her wild child, for nothing... A Snip from #eroticrom Memories of Us

 Welcome to the 176^th week of My Sexy Saturday

This week’s theme: My Sexy Wild

The promiscuous girl gets a second chance with the 'nice' guy

A snip from new adult, contemporary, erotic, romance  Memories of Us...

I ran down the hall with my shirt in my hands and peeked through the fancy side glass window. I smiled when I saw the beautiful blonde on the other side of the door. My stomach tightened. I tossed my shirt over my shoulder and whipped open the door. “Hey, wild child.” 

Again, she looked fantastic. I was used to her in shorts and a t-shirt, but dressed nicely as she was just did something for me. Today’s ensemble was similar in cut to the one from yesterday, hugging her body like a second skin, but instead of a solid color, the pattern was a bold purple with silver swirls and pinpoints.  

“Call, your place is beautiful,” she said, but her gaze went straight to my chest and worked downward. She held a bowl covered in cellophane in her hands. Without taking her attention from my upper body, she set the dish down on the curio table I kept near the door.  

“Oh, my.” She ran a fingernail down my core. My muscles twitched and my cock jerked at her touch. “Your four pack has grown to six, pretty boy. Very nice. Mind if I hold it against me?”  

I had no objection. In fact, it sounded like a great idea.  

Her gaze never lifted and she started to move closer, smoothing her palms over my ribs.  I angled my arms around her waist and pulled her in. She made a humming sound that transferred from her to me as she flattened her chest against mine. And, to no one’s surprise, especially mine, my cock lengthened.  

“Aaaand he’s glad to see me,” she mumbled, her lips brushing my bare shoulder. 

“Yeah, well, you always did have that effect on me.” For once, I wasn’t even pissed off that she’d called attention to it. 

“I know. Too bad you never did anything about it.”

Blurb

When the present and the past collide…

Call Barstow spent the better part of his teenage years fighting off the sexual advances of Karis Hirt. Gorgeous, wild, promiscuous, and his best friend, Trey’s little sister, to boot. This in the teenage boy vernacular is referred to as pure unadulterated hell!

Determined to keep his friends from his sister, Trey swears all his buddies to a hands-off-the-sister pact, which Call takes very seriously. Call’s pledge is only made more torturous when the sensual little vixen, Karis, is determined to make him break his vow. But his constant rejection only drives her to rebel, leaving her reputation in tatters.

Years later, Karis resurfaces in Call's life—a subdued version of the wild child he remembers. Suddenly the pact doesn’t seem important anymore, nor does her spotty reputation. As Call begins to reconcile the past-and-present Karis, he is inundated with memories of her and soon finds himself head over heels with the girl who consumed his youth.

Can Call not only forget but overlook her shadowed sexual history for a bright new future? Or will Karis’ wild past only lead to their eventual ruin?

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#MySexySaturday Rainy Afternoon or a #HotScot in the shower...

Welcome to the 174^th week of My Sexy Saturday

The Rules:

Post 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from a WIP or published work

This week’s theme: My Sexy Rainy Afternoon

Readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d love to have each and every one of you there as we’re starting new things this month with fun and prizes along the way.

Hannah entered the bathroom. The shower was in the corner. It was open-plan, without doors, lined in terracotta tile. A huge showerhead sprouted from the centre of the stall, raining a waterfall over his glorious body. He stood under the spout with his face raised to the spray—his feet slightly spread apart, supporting his muscular thighs.  

“Are ya goin' to stand there watchin’ or will ya join me, Hannah-lass?” he asked, running his hands through his wet hair and stepping back out of the water to look at her.  

She wondered if he was even aware that he was calling her that. It was what Lockhart had called her.  

A little bit of the devil crept into her and she thought to have some fun with him. “I just came in to tell you that Cass is on her way to pick me up.” She even turned in the direction of the door, giving the impression she was leaving. “So, I’ll be seeing you…” 

Hannah didn’t get to finish when Llach slammed into her, his hard wet chest against her back. He embraced her, stopping her progress.  

Hannah laughed as breath rushed from her lungs at the impact.  

“I don’t think so,” he said, his voice deep and insistent. “Not unless she wants to get an eyeful. Because you are not leavin’ here until I’m good and done with ya.” His salacious promises coupled with the seductive accent sent goosebumps skittering over her skin. 

She turned in his arms and threw hers around his neck, stretching to reach his searching mouth. As he kissed her, he dragged her backward into the shower. 

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#MySexySaturday Sexy Stranger - Sneak Peek to 'Sin Bin' from the Sacred and Profane Antho

Welcome to the 172^nd week of My Sexy Saturday

This week’s theme: My Sexy Stranger

Readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d love to have each and every one of you there as we’re starting new things this month with fun and prizes along the way.

Happy New Year Everyone. This is the first My Sexy Saturday Hop of 2017. I hope you had a wonderful holiday season and wishing you all the best for the coming year. 

This week, I'm sharing a snip from Sacred & Profane [Priest Erotic Romance] an anthology from Sexy Little Pages, Edited by Torrance Sené, coming January 17th. My story is entitled, Sin Bin. 

Blurb Sacred and Profane

Ten stories of temptation, romance, and blasphemy featuring Sonni de Soto, Piper Denna, Torrance Sené, Charlotte French, Bronwyn Green, Leandra Vane, Mira Stanley, Jordan Monroe, H K Carlton, and Jillian Boyd.

Not even men of the cloth are exempt from God’s greatest gift: Love. In Sacred and Profane: Priest Erotic Romance, you’ll find stories of clergymen stepping outside their vows, pastors weaving divinity into their seductions, nuns and parishioners confessing to their body’s every earthly desire, and more.

Are you aroused by the blasphemous dance of sex and religion? The dangerous edge of eroticism contained within submission to something beyond oneself? The taboo juxtaposition of holy and sensual? Then Sacred and Profane welcomes you.

Excerpt

From backstage Camillah looked out at the growing crowd. Even beyond the bright lights, she could see him, the man in black. Excitement bubbled low in her stomach. He’d been coming in sporadically for weeks now. As usual he had his cap pulled low, his collar up, but there was something about him.

For the first time, he sat close to the stage and not tucked away in the shadows. He was growing bolder, coming closer to her, she thought fancifully. It was weird, this attraction to him. It gave her hope that one day she might actually fall for another guy.

Racing to her dressing room, Camillah took special care selecting a costume. In his honor, she donned a black corset, with two brilliant white satin ribbons which ran up either side of her ribcage and disappeared under her ample breasts. Thigh-high fishnet stockings held by garters and short black boots finished off the simple sexy ensemble.

As she was about to leave the dressing area, she added one last item to complete the look. A goth-looking rosary. The vee of the necklace ended just under her breasts. The rest of the chain, from the Glory-Be bead down dangled past her belly button ending with the black crucifix.

“Cam, you’re on,” the stage-manager called.

Toward the back of the slightly raised dais, Camillah stood on her mark.

Focusing on the dark stranger, she struck a pose.

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