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Monday, July 25, 2016

July 26: Rannigan's Redemption Box Set

Pandora Spocks is launching her Rannigan's Redemption Box Set today!

 

Patient Lee LOVES the Rannigan books, and now you can get them all in one box set.

Details:

  • Title: Rannigan’s Redemption
  • Release Date: July 26, 2016
  • Genres: Erotic Romance
  • Heat Level: Erotic
  • Word count: 170, 376
  • Author: Pandora Spocks
  • Cover Design: Eeva Lancaster, The Book Khaleesi
  • Rannigan’s Redemption on Amazon: http://amzn.to/291BvNl

What's it about?

Rannigan’s Redemption is the story of the complicated relationship between sexy high-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan and sassy red-haired fellow lawyer Maggie Flynn. 
Michael and Maggie meet at a job fair, where he hires her practically on the spot.  She’s smart and good her job.  But there’s more to it than he’s willing to admit.  He’s attracted to her.  Which doesn’t make sense.  She’s nothing like the women he dates.  She’s way too smart, for one thing. 
And Maggie’s in love with him, too.  Realizing the situation is all but hopeless, she contents herself with working with him.

One night tears them apart.  And from that point they’re both just running rogue, each making questionable decisions in their professional and personal lives. 
A moment of desperation brings them back together.  After Michael has burned all his bridges, Maggie’s the only one willing to stand by him.

And he’s grateful.  He knows he needs to make it up to her, to somehow find redemption for himself. 
Although Rannigan’s Redemption was intended to be one book, this story was too long and covers nearly ten years of Michael’s and Maggie’s lives, so it was originally released as three separate novels.

This boxed set includes all three Rannigan’s Redemption novels: Resisting Risk, Running Rogue, and Ransoming Redemption.

Patient Lee's Reviews

Patient Lee has reviewed all three books in the series. Here are the reviews:

Book 1: Resisting Risk
Book 2: Running Rogue
Book 3: Ransoming Redemption

 

Who is Pandora Spocks?

Pandora Spocks is a hopeless romantic and lives her happily ever after in South Florida with her loving Sir, one large German shepherd, and two normal-sized cats. She aspires to own chickens and a giraffe.

Pandora has had stories pinballing around in her head for years. At one point, she spent hours daydreaming in Mrs. Howe's ninth grade algebra class. She didn't learn much algebra, but she had some really good ideas. Recently she decided to try her hand at sharing those stories with others.

She enjoys reading and writing literary erotic fiction. She is the author of smart, sexy adventure novel Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over and the naughty romantic novella Just One Night.

Pandora is currently at work on her next spicy romance.

Author Contact:

 

Buy link at Amazon: http://amzn.to/291BvNl 
Buy link at Nook: http://bit.ly/291eOID
Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/1JDOuUT
Twitter: @PandoraSpocksWP
Goodreads Author Page: http://bit.ly/1RDv2Ko 
Goodreads Book Link: http://bit.ly/29kZvuD

How 'Bout a Dirty Excerpt? 

One night in late January, Michael attended a black-tie gala at the Met.  His date Kimberley had cancelled at the last minute, suddenly called out of town for an emergency photo shoot.  She was replacing someone who’d dropped out sick.  

He rolled his eyes.  Because God knows we need more swimsuit photos, he thought irritably.  On the other hand, flying solo tonight might not be the worst thing in the world.  He glanced around at scores of beautiful women draped in designer gowns.  I’m always up for something new.

He made his way to the bar where he ordered a bourbon.  “Make mine a dirty martini,” said a smoky female voice to his right.  He glanced over to see a stunning blonde in a sparkling strapless black gown with a deep plunging neckline showcasing stellar tits and a slit up the left side revealing an exquisite leg.

Michael smiled slyly and said, “You know what they say about women who order dirty martinis.”

The woman glanced at him sideways.  “No.  What do they say?” she challenged.

“They say that women who order dirty martinis are enchanting, gorgeous, and intelligent.”  He grinned playfully. “I’m Michael Rannigan.”

The woman laughed.  “Well, Michael Rannigan, I see that you’re blessed with the gift of gab.  I’m Alexis Bennett.”

“Nice to meet you, Alexis Bennett.  Tell me, are you here with your husband?  Boyfriend?  Lesbian lover?”  He gave his best mischievous smirk.

She laughed again.  “You are shameless,” she said shaking her head.  “No, sadly, they all stayed home.  I’m here by myself tonight.”

“We can’t have that, can we?” he grinned.  “Where is your table?”

Alexis pointed to the far side of the room.  “I’m at 17.”

Michael shook his head.  “That will never do.  You’re at the wrong table.”

She frowned.  “Which is the right table?”

“Mine, of course, number 5.  I’ll have the situation remedied immediately,” he said.  “Believe you me, heads will roll.”

Throughout dinner Michael kept up the charm and Alexis seemed to enjoy his company.  As they chatted, she revealed that she was a talent agent representing many prominent news personalities and she seemed interested in the fact that Michael was an attorney.

After dinner, they skipped out on the rest of the festivities in favor of heading to Michael’s place for drinks.  Behind his bar mixing a martini for her and pouring a bourbon for himself, Michael regaled Alexis with stories from his years in court, embellishing here and there for effect.  She laughed in the appropriate places as she perched on a bar stool across from him.  His eyes were drawn to her mesmerizing cleavage and to the shapely left leg obligingly revealed by the slit in her gown.

“Are you going to keep undressing me with your eyes all night, or are you going to man up?” she asked as she drained her glass.

Michael grinned mischievously.  “I’m something of a voyeur,” he said.  “How about you undress while I watch?”  He sauntered over to the couch and took a seat, crossing his ankle over his knee and resting his arms on the back.

Alexis slid off the stool and stood in the middle of the living room.  Giving him a sly look, she reached under her left arm and unzipped the Elie Saab gown and let it slide down and pool around her black Christian Louboutins.  

She reminds me of Veronica, Michael thought.  They could almost be sisters.  His cock responded instantly to that thought.

He smiled appreciatively at her black lace bustier with garters holding up sheer black stockings.  A tiny black thong completed the ensemble.   His eyes traveled back up to the creamy mounds bursting from the top of the overextended lace.  He hooked a finger toward her in a ‘come hither’ motion.

She walked over and straddled him, pressing her lips to his.  He’d waited as long as he could to get his hands on her glorious tits.  A sharp tug allowed them to spill out over the top of the bustier and he gathered them up in his hands, hefting their weight and brushing across the sharp pink nubs with his thumbs.

Alexis, for her part, began to grind his erection with her sex, moaning lightly as his member responded favorably to her movements.  As he took her left tit into his mouth, she moved her hands down to undo his pants and release his rock-hard cock.  Shifting slightly, she pulled aside the thong and slid him into her, tossing back her head as he filled her wet and needy core.  Her movements began in earnest as she rode him feverishly.  Michael moved his hips in harmony with hers and felt his release begin to build.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and gripped her tightly as he stood, laying her on the coffee table and beginning to fuck her in earnest.  “Oh, baby, you feel so good,” he cooed into her ear.  Her heightened cries announced her imminent climax and he felt his own release pulsing in conjunction with the clenching of her sex.  The sensation of ecstasy washed over him as his essence poured out.

He held himself over her for a moment, panting to catch his breath, before he kissed her lightly on the forehead and removed himself from her.


Review: The Biker Next Door

The Biker Next DoorThe Biker Next Door by G.S. Bailey
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is a super hot little story with a lot of sexy action. G.S. Bailey can write erotica that gets the blood pumping, but there's always an underlying story, propelling the reader to the end. In this one, you won't see the end coming. Just when you think it's just a simple romantic fling, there's so much more.

View all my reviews

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Wizarding Protection Program (Wizarding Protection Program Series Book 1) by J.B. Taylor

Please Support This Book by J.B. Taylor 

Now available on Amazon!

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Synopsis

Christine is an actress, a breakout star in truth. She never believed in wizards. She never knew of the darkest wizard ever to have existed … Mortem. But Mortem knows of her. Christine is the sole survivor of his assassination of two wizarding journalists that resulted in a destroyed café and many dead civilians. Fearful her rising celebrity will bring his great plan to take over the wizarding world into the consciousness of the public he seeks her out, and Christine is forced on the run.

Five Star Amazon Review by User K.D.


This wizarding short story was not only wonderful but brilliant!
J.B. Taylor's take on wizard wands is quite unique and left me wanting to know more and the action and suspense kept me on the edge of my seat. I've read a couple of J.B.'s shorts now and can honestly say he is a master of creating depth and intriguing story-lines within a couple of pages, reminiscent of the much anticipated penny dreadfuls of old. I can't wait for the next installment of the Wizarding Protection Program! 


About the Author

J.B Taylor was born in Indiana where he still resides with his rescued Henry, Bo, and Rocky. He is the author of numerous short stories and has a collection of all new shorts due out later this year.

Now available on Amazon!

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Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Dirty Excerpt: Collared in the Temple of Dendur

The Temple of Dendur Exhibit: Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City


I wrote this story for a writer friend, Shea Mara (shea_blue on Literotica) who writes light BDSM- heavy on the D/s, light on the B/D and the S/M. Her BDSM stories often feature sex in a hotel lobby or a Starbucks bathroom. Shea's avatar on Literotica is a blue scarab.

When I was in high school, an Egyptian man who worked with my mother gave her a scarab carved from some kind of blue stone. He said it was for luck. We had no idea if it was luck or a curse, and the Internet was ten years away at that point. When I started writing the story, I thought about that blue scarab, which led me to setting the story of public sex in the Temple of Dendur exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. I'd been there with a group of foreign language teachers in 2002, and combined with what I could look at online, I think it worked.

Here's a dirty excerpt: 



The couple in the temple with us spoke a language I didn't recognize, and I felt as though they stood right behind us, waiting their turn to see what was etched on the wall where we stood. They must have assumed that they'd find some important treasure there if this professor was giving private lessons to his conscientious student, who was writing each word with loving care. I gave a quiet sigh of relief when I realized that they probably didn't understand what Ammon said. I saw them leave out of the corner of my eye.
He slipped his fingers between my lips, into my cunt. "Dripping wet, love. You want this, don't you?" I nodded silently, and he moved his fingers to my clit. I fought to stay still, to wait for his attention to the erect nub. My pussy burned with the need to come, but I wouldn't until he said it was time. That was our agreement. My hips wanted to move, but I stood as still as the replica of the Sphinx next to the temple, waiting for his instruction.
Instead, he moved his finger back to my opening, and pushed two fingers inside me, his fingertips brushing my G-spot. I craved movement, but I remained in place, screaming silently in my head, "Oh my god, just rub my fucking clit." After six months of his training, I knew. The anticipation made the orgasm hotter and sweeter. It would be worth the wait.
He pulled his fingers out of me and placed them against my mouth. "Taste yourself, love," he said, not bothering to whisper. We were alone in the temple for a moment. I parted my lips and sucked his fingers into my mouth. He spread his fingers so that one went to each side of my mouth, and I could taste the salty flavor of my own cunt spreading across my tongue. I licked them clean, sucking on them, trying to drive him to fuck me.
"Take your folio in your left hand. Leave it open. Take your right hand and put it between your legs," he said, still in a tone loud enough for other visitors to hear. "Good girl. Don't move your fingers yet." I was worried about my skirt being lifted in the front, but his large frame hid my body from the tourists that popped their heads around the corner to see what was in the temple. The museum would be closing in forty-five minutes. They didn't have time to linger in the ancient structure.
I was overcome with lust. I needed to come, and I couldn't stand still much longer. My nipples were so hard they ached, and my clit throbbed against my fingers, harder and harder, the swollen nub ready to explode. My arm was tiring from holding the folio up for so long. He finally took it from my hand and held it, making sure it hid the raised front of my skirt.

To continue reading, please purchase on Amazon. 
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