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Thursday, 5 July 2018

July Sale @Smashwords Enjoy @SexyLittlePages Anthologies at 50% savings!



I'm fortunate to be in two of these anthos
Sacred & Profane: Priest Erotic Romance
AND
Love & Lust in Space


Sin Bin
by
H K Carlton

(mf, erotic, romance)
When Daunté Bennifetto left to attend seminary, 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.

The wild, spirited girl he remembers hasn’t changed a bit, headlining at a club as an exotic dancer.

When Camillah’s mother asks Daunté to intervene, he can’t seem to stay away. Night after night Father Bennifetto finds himself worshiping at Cammie's feet, in a club appropriately named, the Sin Bin.


Naughty Nauts
by
H K Carlton

(mfm, sci-fi, erotic, romance)



Astronauts Sawyer Hatcher and Bennedict Scott have just set the record for consecutive days in space.

It's Jessa MacArdle's job to observe their day-to-day condition. Living in microgravity can take a toll on not only the body but also the mind. As their time on the ISS lengthens both nauts begin to exhibit strange quirks never before documented, including inappropriate sexual innuendo, which is directed straight at Jess.

But Jessa has no delusions. The majority of side-effects dissipate once gravity is restored. Besides, there was no way, two such formidable men, would give a full-figured girl like her a second glance, let alone make good on the dark and delicious promises, made over an innocuous wall of monitors.

Also includes stories from:
Jennifer Denys (editor)

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Enjoy this +18 excerpt from Sin Bin:

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 over the past few weeks. 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. The familiar pain at the mere thought of Daunté cramped her chest, but she pushed it aside for once.

Racing to her dressing room, Camillah took special care selecting a costume. In his honor she selected 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 stocking 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.

The lights lowered. The DJ cued her music.

In the center of the spotlight she started to dance, at first for the audience. She fed off their energy. But as she began to feel the music, everything and everyone else faded away, except for him.

Dramatically she reached for him, then bent and caved, as if devastated he didn’t reciprocate.

She spun away and leapt. The music slowed. She swayed using her body in sensual yet graceful movement.

As hoped, she had him riveted. His entire frame tensed. His broad shoulders bunched. But his focus never strayed.

Slow and deliberate she ran her hands over the soft brocade of the corset molding all of her curves. Though she couldn’t see, she imagined his greedy gaze following every gesture. She cupped her breasts and arched her back. Her nipples beaded and strained against the tight fabric.

Exaggerating her facial expressions, Camillah closed her eyes and opened her mouth on a silent moan.

Changing direction, she took a slow exploratory journey back down her core. The crowd went wild with raucous catcalls and shrill whistles. They weren't used to this kind of bump-and-grind from her.

As she reached her lower stomach, she splayed her fingers over her satin-covered mound. Her pussy tingled where she touched. She tucked her fingers between her legs and cupped herself. A collective gasp surprised and exhilarated her. It was a heady feeling.

Strutting down the catwalk, she walked between the rapt patrons, and moved within feet of the man in black. It was the closest she'd ever been to him.

The music crescendoed to a frenzied beat. She worked her hips in kind. She had him spellbound. He sat stiff, frozen.

To the tempo she sank to a sitting position on the very top step of the risers that led to the stage. It wasn’t part of what she’d choreographed, but she went by feel. She opened her legs. The gusset at the crotch pulled tight.

She placed her elbows on her knees. The cross on the chain dangled between them.

Camillah teased him, curling her fingers inward, inching ever closer to the target.

Once more she cupped her cunt through the fabric but this time she rubbed in a circular pattern—teasing him yet and heightening her own arousal.

The number was drawing to a close. Coyly, she toyed with the snaps holding the corset closed between her legs, letting him wonder, would she or wouldn’t she.

The second the music ended, she did it—ripped open the snaps, just as the stagehands rendered the space back to black, dousing the lights. But it was enough. Right before she lost sight of him, she’d seen him bolt from his chair—hand outstretched—as he caught a sneak peek of her slick naked flesh.

Friday, 22 December 2017

Holiday Sale—10 Stories of temptation, romance, & blasphemy – for only #99cents Sacred & Profane Anthology: Priest Erotic Romance ~ Various Authors

Sacred & Profane: Priest Erotic Romance


edited by Torrance Sené


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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.


99¢ for the month of December 2017

(original price $3.99)


250 pages. Published 17 January 2017 by Sexy Little Pages

Named a Top Pick by The Romance Reviews

Portrait of brunette sexy woman with red Santa Claus hat. Christmas content.

Here's a snippet from my story, Sin Bin...

As he made his way to his office he'd no idea what to expect. This might be the end of everything.

Daunté took a deep breath before he entered.

The sight he beheld made him gasp.

Camillah was draped over his chair with her skirt rucked up, her exquisitely toned ass, bared, much as he'd commanded her to do at the club. Beside her, on the floor she'd placed a wooden switch, a throwback from Father Eton’s tenure.

Resisting, Daunté fisted his hands. But the urge to cane her, even once so he could watch the deep red welt develop on her pale skin, was almost overwhelming.

Of all the times he'd fantasized about her, he'd never allowed his dirty mind to envision quite this. To have her half-naked and vulnerable, at this mercy inside the church was the most wickedly arousing scene he ever could have imagined.

Though it was one of the most difficult things he'd ever done, he bent to help her rise. "This is not the place." But Lord have mercy on his rotten soul, he wanted it to be.

She snatched her arm from his grasp.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." Her voice was muffled as she faced away from him.

Daunté caught his lower lip between this teeth to keep from moaning.

“Is this what you want, Father Sin?” she raged, through gritted teeth. “To punish me? To humiliate me over and over again? Is that how you get off?”

She made no attempt to stand but instead kneed her way around so she could face him. She leaned forward and placed her forehead against his body. The hardest part, at that very moment. There was no hiding it, he was intensely aroused.

She gripped the hem of his robe and parted it.

He knew he should stop her, but he didn't have the willpower. He wanted this. Here. Now.

As if in a trance she rubbed her forehead, her cheeks and her lips over his hardness.

Reaching up she undid his button and fly, then dragged his trousers and boxers to his ankles. His dick bobbed between them.

With cool fingers she took hold of him and pulled his straining cock downward, inches from her mouth. 

Daunté tensed, almost dancing from foot-to-foot in anticipation.

Camillah's breath fanned his hot flesh. Her lips hovered. It was then that she looked up at him.

The naked desire in her eyes made his knees weak.

"Let me worship you,” she whispered.

He groaned and laced his hands into her hair, granting silent permission. 

Reverently, she bowed her head and kissed the throbbing tip.


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Tuesday, 31 January 2017

Special Guest Mira Stanley @MiraStanleyAuth Taking Mary Beth [Sacred and Profane Antho] @SexyLittlePages

I'm thrilled to have one of my fellow Sacred & Profane Anthology authors on the blog today. Please welcome the fabulous Mira Stanley!


Good morning! Thanks for having me HK.
You might be wondering what all the whispering is about. I’ve got the inside info. It’s about women indulging in what makes them smile, squirm, and send come-hither looks to their lovers.
It’s about all people, regardless of gender, ethnicity, or comic-book-hero preference, embracing whatever it is that sparks their sexuality.
It’s about enjoying something that leaves you burning and eager for more yet oddly satisfied.
It’s about the sacred.
And the profane.
Together.


via GIPHY

I teamed up with a bunch of awesome authors (ahem, HK included!) to celebrate all the things that titillate us in the way of the sacred and profane.
I’ve read the whole anthology, and it’s a truly excellent collection of short stories. This isn’t smut for smut’s sake. These are stories of love, retribution, and soul-cleansing confession. They are stories of faith and fantasy.



Here’s a short excerpt from my story in SACRED & PROFANE, Taking Mary Beth:

I lift the bag from her hands and say, “I’ve got one question for you, sweetheart. Did that man kill your mother?”
She looks at her prone father with her face void of emotion. When she looks back at me, her eyes grow shiny. She nods, and her mouth twists.
I know right then she’s never confessed it before. Her father’s threats have kept her quiet for fifteen years. Literally. Someday, maybe she’ll tell me about the life she’s lived in this house without her mother, but at the moment, all I care about is us putting that life in the rearview mirrors so we can start a new life together.
“Thank you for trusting me with that.” I mean that sincerely. Admitting her father’s sin took courage. I offer her my hand. “Ready to ride?”
Her eyes go round. I would bet my leathers she’s never been on a bike before. My Mary Beth is about to experience a lot of firsts. I plan to make each one magical, especially the one I have in store for her tonight.



What are you waiting for? If these themes light your fire, grab your copy of Sacred & Profane now! Start at Mira’s website and look for the link you like best.

Mira Stanley
Mira dreams of a life where hairy-chested, foul-mouthed pool men serve cocktails while she reads in the embrace of a shady hammock. Her reality looks more like errands, carpooling, sneaking in writing time when she can, and snuggling with her husband and kids after a regular-old day in the Pacific Northwest.

Sex is sacred. It’s also fun. That’s why Mira writes smut with feeling. In her perfect world, every woman who wants it would have access to entertaining, titillating, thought-provoking stories in an environment free of shame.


Thursday, 5 January 2017

#PreOrder Sacred and Profane @SexyLittlePages Priest #Erotic Romance - Various Authors

Pre-Order Now
Sacred & Profane
Priest Erotic Romance


an anthology mixing the taboo of sex with the holiness of religion

Available January 17
edited by
Torrance Sené

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.




Watch for my story entitled Sin Bin

When Daunté Bennifetto left to attend seminary, 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.

The wild, spirited girl he remembers hasn’t changed a bit—headlining at a club as an exotic dancer.

When Camillah’s mother asks him to intervene, he can’t seem to stay away. Night after night Father Bennifetto finds himself worshiping at her feet, in a club appropriately named, the Sin Bin.