During the sultry summer nights, what are some things that make you hot?

A steamy shower with a partner to wash your back (and other bits)?

 

An office luncheon just for two?

 

 

 

A new sex video?

 

A candlelight session in bed?

 

 

 

 

A suits optional pool party?

 

 

 

A surprise ménage a trois?

 

 

A hot erotic romance that makes you want to jump your significant other and role play?

 

Then take a peek at 7 Days of Seduction, my latest erotic contemporary romance:

 

 

Excerpt from 7 Days of Seduction:

“Back it up to where he comes in the room.  You’re sure you don’t know him?”  Ashley took a good look at the man’s face for the first time.  She didn’t know him, but man she wished she did.  Curly dark hair, nicely tanned skin, straight dark brows over wicked eyes.  The camera caught the half-smile that widened to an outright grin as he pounded into her again and again.  Her pussy clenched at the sight, as though trying to recapture the moment.  Ash groaned.  “Go to the beginning.  Who is that son-of-a-bitch?  Did he just walk up and stick his dick in me?  Did he even ask?”

“I don’t know, but you seem to be enjoying yourselves, whoever he was.”  Sam pushed a couple of keys and rubbed his fingers over the mouse.  “Here we go.  You’d just put my dick in your mouth.  Hadn’t even gotten a decent rhythm going yet, and then he walks in.”

“Why didn’t you say something when he came in?”

“My eyes were closed, I had a great buzz going, and your lips were around my dick.  The house could have burned down and I wouldn’t have known it.”

Ashley propped herself up on her elbows, inches from the screen, clutched her hair, eyes riveted as the door opened and Mr. Hunk walked in.  Yeah, he was a hunk, no question about it.  He didn’t seem surprised to see her down on her knees, her lips shrink-wrapped around Sam’s shaft.  A smile curled up on one side of his lips, in fact, and the sudden gleam in his eye made her swallow hard.

He strode over to stand behind her for a moment, then grabbed her arm and pulled her to stand in front of him.  Her lips leaving Sam’s dick made a funny sucking sound.  Ashley watched herself look into his face, cock her head, and smile at him.  “Hi.”

“Hi, Ash. Mind if I join you?” Before she could answer he pulled her head to him and fastened his mouth to hers.

He knows me? How does he know me?  And hell, I really wish I could remember this!  That kiss looks smokin’ hot.  Just watching it set her body to humming.  This was so unfair.  Ash could see the moment he deepened the kiss—his jaw widened and she pressed her naked breasts to his chest and rubbed against him.  It was agony to watch and not be able to feel it.

If hot Harley bikers are more your thing, then check out my first erotic tale, Hog Wild:

Excerpt from Hog Wild:

“As I said, Jesse, I have a proposition for you.”

“I seem to recall that being mentioned.” His big baby-blues, deep enough to fall into, took on a harder glint. “What’s on your mind, Lula?”

“I want your Phantom.”

He choked, fighting beer in his mouth as liquid threatened to spew. Finally swallowing, he coughed, cleared his throat and shot her a look that said—

“Lady, you are out of your fuckin’ mind.”

“Perhaps. But I’m also desperate enough not to care about being called crazy.” She stared back at him, unwavering.

His dark brows furrowed. “Desperate? What’s wrong?”

“I need to get to the Harley rally in Concord tomorrow.”

“You’re in desperate need of a bunch of hogs?” The mystified look and bewilderment in his voice made her want to laugh. But she couldn’t afford the time.

“Yes. That’s it exactly.”

His face contorted with the effort not to laugh, but he snorted anyway. “And just why do you need so many Harley owners? You starting your own club?”

“No. I need a good fuck and I figure with that many hogs, I’m bound to turn up one who can get the job done.”

She had to give it to him, Jesse’s mouth dropped open only a little bit at her bald statement. He blatantly looked her up and down, then shook his head.

“Lula, I’m not one to call a lady a liar, but are you telling me you can’t get anyone to fuck you?”

Those eyes, she couldn’t stop staring into his fucking brilliant blue eyes. “Oh, no. They’ll all offer to fuck me. And they all give me their best shot.” She pursed her lips. “Much good it does me, however.”

“Ah.” His baby-blues relaxed. “The lady is unsatisfied. I’m sorry.” His voice softened to a low, seductive tone. “That’s truly a shame.” He reached out and touched her cheek. “Anything I can do?”

Bingo. Lula smiled her most seductive smile. “You want to help me? By giving me your Phantom?”

A grin stole over his starkly handsome face. Lean cheeks with an early evening beard, hawk-like nose, broad forehead, and those damn sexy eyes all lit up with the joy of that grin. “I was actually thinking of a different sort of help, Lula. The kind that would make your trip, uh, unnecessary.”

He leaned forward and pulled her into a kiss that startled her as much by its intensity as by its sweetness. His tongue stabbed into her mouth, softly explored teeth, tongue, inner cheeks, and sent hot piercing jolts down into her pussy. Leaning back, he toyed with her fingers. “So what do you think? Wanna give me a shot?”

Lula studied their hands, hesitating just long enough. “But what if I still can’t come? I mean, no offense, Jesse, but it’s not like I haven’t been trying.”

“Then I’ll take you to Concord myself.”

“On the Phantom?”

He laughed, released her hand and took a sip of his beer. “You sound like you’ve got the hots for my chopper.”

“Well,” she paused, licked her lips, “I’d say it’s a dead heat, now.” His deep baritone chuckle sent a pleasant chill down her spine. “And I promise, even if it doesn’t happen for me, I’ll make sure I take care of you before we leave.” She leaned back in her chair and narrowed her eyelids to sultry slits. “A promise I will keep, Jesse. I swear.”

And if you’d rather get hot on a tropical island, try Almost Perfect:

Excerpt from Almost Perfect:

“I came to make peace.” He waved the bottle at her. “Thought you might be thirsty by now.”

Her eyes fastened on the green glass, her mouth suddenly dry as though she’d eaten sand. She took a step toward him then froze, unwilling to take anything from Roger, not there anyway. That would make her feel weak, dependent. At this moment, though, she had to acknowledge, she was weak, dependent and thirsty.

“Come on, Pam. It’s only water.” He still held the tempting thing out to her. Damn. She tromped up to him, her steps thumping as loud as she could make them on the packed sand. Stopping an arm’s length from him, she peeled one hand away from her breasts and shifted her other to cover as much as possible. For once, she thanked God for a B cup. She snared the bottle, shot him a look of triumph, only to realize it remained capped. To open it she’d have to use her other hand.

Furious, she shifted her gaze from the tantalizing object to his gleeful eyes. “Would you open this for me, please?”

“Suddenly lost all your strength, have you, hon?” His eyes took on a hunger she remembered. “It’s not as if I’ve never seen your breasts before.”

“Then you don’t need to see them again, do you?” Heat rose in her cheeks. “Come on, open it. You said it was a peace offering.”

“And these are part of the peace negotiations.” He stood, arms crossed over his muscled chest, better looking than she remembered. Not fair.

“I’m bored. My date still hasn’t turned up, so I thought I’d come harass you a while. I’ll tell you what.” He reached for the Perrier and unscrewed the cap, but didn’t offer it to her. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”

“And why would I want to see yours again?” Her eyes remained on the bottle resting at his hips and watched the carbonated bubbles rising to the top.

“For old time’s sake?” His eyes flashed with mischief as he tipped the sparkling water up and started to drink. She stared, her parched lips opened in outrage. Glug, glug. He made that sound on purpose. Was he going to drink the whole damned thing?

After swallowing at least a third of the contents, he came up for air. “Ah! Hits the spot every time.” He grinned. “Still can’t take a joke? Too bad. Here.” He thrust it toward her. Grabbing with both hands, she shoved the end into her mouth so quick the glass clicked against her teeth. Greedily, she sucked in and almost choked. The exquisite, light lime-flavored water rushed into her body to hydrate the parched cells. Three more guzzles and she breathed deeply, satisfied for the moment.

She pulled the lip away and wiped her hand across her chin where she had dribbled some. Holding it out to him, she noticed his slack-jawed attention riveted straight on her chest. Which meant….

“You still look fine, Pam. Mighty fine.” Her ex-husband licked his lips, his grin reaching almost ear to ear. If there weren’t still some water left in the bottle, she’d brain him with it.

He reached down and slipped off his sandals, then untied his drawstring, all the while gawking at her breasts. With one swift movement, he shucked his pants to reveal a hard, tanned body, complete with a serious erection.

She hadn’t seen that coming. Her mouth dropped open as the Perrier hit the sand. She stared at his fully aroused cock, a shiver of pure desire sparking through her before she dragged her gaze back up to his face. A low chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. “A promise is a promise. You showed me yours.” He threw her one more impish grin before taking off for the water. “You coming?”

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