Janet was desperate. She could feel her biological clock ticking louder and louder with each passing month, each failed pregnancy test. They’d been trying ever since she crossed the big 3-0 to no avail. They were caught in the pit where their failures made sex more robotic, less pleasurable, and more of a chore. Timing through phone apps, counting days in the calendar, and reading every article she could get her browser on. Still nothing.
Desperation breeds interesting solutions and one that the couple was able to agree upon. Something that at the least would add the spice back to their marriage and at best would be the solution to their problems.
At her friend Stephanie’s, Janet lays out her idea. She wants to be the party favor at the boy’s poker night and let them all have a turn at knocking her up. First though, she has to satisfy all of her girl friends with this little plan of hers.
Everyone loves a good anthology, much like a box of chocolates it offers a little something for everyone. This anthology offers satisfying romances, LGBTQ scenes, younger woman/older male, a delightful shifter story, and a celebration of the orgy. Each story is told in short story format, a complete story in one delicious bite. Every story is tied nicely together with the theme of a box of chocolates.
I thoroughly enjoyed this collection of stories and found several authors that I’ll need to spend more time reading. The editing is well done and the stories flow together nicely.
In fact, the only thing I regret is that this review took me as long as it did to finally post. I hope they accept this late Christmas gift, it’s well earned. And dear reader, do yourself a favor and curl up in your favorite spot with this book pulled up. You won’t regret it.
Rhonda is a freshman just trying to get through her first year when she wakes up with an extra appendage and a super sized sex drive. After getting no answers from the clinic, she heads back to her dorm in frustration. Little does she know that her roommate holds the secret to her salvation, the school’s anime club.
This story features futa-on-female, female-on-female, and futa-on-male action!
Georgia is a scholarship level cheerleader for her university. Still, she doesn’t quite fit in amidst the stunning ladies of her cheer squad. She stumbles across a book in the library with instructions on how to pray to a Goddess. What she doesn’t expect is what the Goddess will grant her!
Georgia arrives for a volleyball match, ready to cheer. The sight of the volleyball players and the feeling of her fellow cheerleaders is too much for the young woman. She runs out and is quickly followed by the captain of the squad, ready to give Georgia her usual beratement! Instead, the captain finds herself savoring Georgia’s gift in a delicious lust filled locker room.
Futa Shakes her Pompoms is a fast paced page turner. Reed does an excellent job of setting up this series, leading to intrigue about what is going to happen along with plenty of sexy moments sure to lead you to the second book! I heartily recommend this book and the ensuing series, I certainly read through and enjoyed every book!
In
Charmed Bride, Book 4, we
meet billionaire entrepreneur, Drake Foster and Shay Jameson; a story of a love
triangle and insecurities underlined by hot, scorching passions.
Drake Foster had always enjoyed
life to its fullest, feeding his insatiable hunger for the opposite sex as the
primary of the Dallas Rogues. When the beautiful former actress, Shea Johnson,
returned to Lewisville, he couldn’t forget their one encounter, shady as it was,
and now that he’d set his sights on her, he intended to pursue her like he did
everything else in life—with undisputable passion.
“Charm
all you want. I’m not marrying you.”
Shay Jameson, also known as the
actress, Shea Johnson, wasn’t about to be intimidated by the annoying
billionaire entrepreneur, Drake Foster. Who the devil did he think he was to
accuse her of being the reason his fiancée left him at the church door? And he
had the audacity to demand that she owed him a bride, and he was there to collect
on her debt.
Try as she might, she couldn’t
resist his magnetism, not to mention his gorgeous muscled physique … especially
once she was reintroduced to … SERGEANT MAJOR.
“Do
you always make a habit of arriving uninvited, Miss Kent?”
When the unexpected appearance of
a reporter from Drake’s past awakened feelings he’d never expected, he found
himself smack in the middle of a love triangle … or was he confusing sexual
attraction with something more? No matter how hard he tried to keep his
distance from her, he kept spiraling deeper into a well of doubt.
To add fuel to the fire, a ghost
from Shay’s past arrived to further the destruction of their future.
Would Shay ever be able to trust
Drake again, and as she pushed him away, would Drake be able to keep her safe
from the skeletons in her closet?
Above all … would SERGEANT MAJOR―the randy bastard―be satisfied with the monogamy of marriage?
Editor’s Note:
Charmed Bride
delivers an authentic, heartfelt, funny, and sexy adventure. Adversaries to
lovers to more with betrayal and danger sprinkled into the mix and a healthy
dose of “Sergeant Major” makes for a very satisfying read.
Get Charmed
Bride now and continue on this sweet romantic, yet compelling and addictive
series.
Charmed Bride is a sweet romance, fast-paced, frustrating
as it’s a sexy and hot suspense story with a love triangle tangled in the
middle. Once you start reading this series, you can’t stop and will wait
impatiently for the next book to release.
A few sexy snippets
“Quite
fitting, wouldn’t you agree?” He stretched out his long legs.
Her
ovaries stumbled, and she stared.
Up! Look up for god’s
sake! She urged her eyes
that blithely ignored her frantic order and remained glued to the growing bulge
in his pants.
*****
Her smooth and husky voice tore into a
rich vein of proliferating desire that nestled itself snugly around the nerve
ends in his loins. Shards of heat spiked through his body.
*****
“That
I want you as mine. Lover, friend, bride, wife … and everything that goes along
with it. Threats obviously won’t work, so be ready, love. I’m going to charm
your cute little ass right down the aisle.”
*****
“Who
said anything about sex?”
“Drake
Foster, I’m not an idiot,” she shrieked and grabbed frantically at his belt as
he took the stairs two at a time. “If not for sex, why are you taking me to
your bedroom? Put. Me. Down!”
“Patience,
woman. Geez, give me a couple of minutes to get there first.”
Shay
growled as she detected the amusement in his voice.
“This
isn’t funny. I meant what I said, Foster. I’m not having sex with you.”
*****
“Ah,
there’s the reaction I remember. So wantonly beautiful in the rawness of the
passion that lives inside you,” he praised as her sharp gasps rose audibly when
his wicked fingers found her center, hot, wet, and already begging for his
touch.
His full lips curved in a roguish smile when he noticed her
eyelids flutter. It widened into a full grin as he watched the annoyance she
felt pull her eyes into slits as he stepped forward, breaching the space that
separated them.
Shay looked up, feeling even more petite against his tall and
broad body. His muscles rippled against her hands when she pushed against his
chest, swamped by an unexpected flash of heat racing down to unleash a warm
flush of essence inside her pussy. She clenched her muscles in a desperate
attempt to terminate the flood of pheromones that lingered between her thighs.
It wouldn’t aid her continued protest if he, the raw beast that he was, smelled
her aroused bouquet triggered by the chemical reaction he unleashed inside her.
She was so intoxicated by the heat of his body infiltrating hers that she was
oblivious to the fact that they were standing in full view of a very enraptured
community watching the intimate scene unfold.
“Look, Mr. Foster—”
“You know what my name is, Shay. Mister me again and I’ll be
forced to take matters into my own hands.”
“You don’t scare me, and for that matter, move your big ass feet
out of my space,” the hesitation was brief, “Mister Foster.”
“Ah, I was hoping for that,” he said candidly. He blinked,
shielding a devilish glint in his eyes that held her captive until his long,
dark eyelashes lowered to her lips. “Remember you were warned, Miss Jameson.”
His gaze locked onto her plump lips as he leaned in, nibbling on
the lower one, before gently sucking on it.
“You’re so beautiful.” He traced the contour of her cheek. “And I
intend to make you mine … again,” he murmured against her lips, seconds before
he delivered a hard, open-mouthed kiss.
A fresh wave of arousal unleashed with the power of a tsunami
washed over her. She could deal with lust, desire, and passion, but the
emotional cocktail that swirled in her mind and intensified with every brush of
his tongue against hers was overwhelming.
His hard mouth slanted across hers, dousing her with his fervent
passion. He wound his arm around her body, curving a large hand around her
buttocks and drew her hard against him. She groaned as she felt her softness
yield to the hardness of his arousal.
“Yes, love, just like that,” he whispered, gentling his lips; no
longer with a dominant possession but just as lethal in its seductiveness. He
reached beneath her hair, below her ear to gently caress her cheek with his
thumb.
No, don’t give in to
him. Not again.
Her body ignored the frantic order from her mind as her arms crept around his shoulders, moving upward to the back of his head, reaching to curl her fingers in the soft hair at his nape. Wild oscillations jolted her nerves, evoking sensations she’d never believed she’d be capable of feeling again … not since him and that wild, lustful night. An avalanche of euphoria threatened to bury her under. With a carnal moan, she pressed closer, returning the kiss with all the fervor he’d reawakened inside her.
His
lips left hers to trail a line of fire down her throat in urgent hot, nibbling
kisses.
“Stop
… Drake—”
“Yes,
but only because if I don’t, I’ll end up fucking you right here with an entire
audience watching,” he drawled in a guttural voice.
Her
breath hitched in her throat as her eyes popped open, noticing the people
watching them with open curiosity.
“Oh
god,” she wailed, pushing furiously at his chest. “Everyone is watching. What
the devil were you thinking?”
“That
I want you as mine. Lover, friend, bride, wife … and everything that goes along
with it. Threats obviously won’t work, so be ready, love. I’m going to charm
your cute little ass right down the aisle.”
“Charm
all you want. I’m not marrying you.”
He
chuckled at her expression and took back a step. He wiggled his eyebrows
suggestively.
“I’d
love to see you try and convince everyone here of that, sweetheart.”
Shay
didn’t have to look around. She could feel hundreds of eyes on her to support
his claim.
Shit, shit, shit! Did I have to choose the day the entirety of goddamn Lewisville is watching to kiss the devil incarnate?!
“Ah,
love, you don’t know me all that well if you believe for one moment I’d let
something like that stand in the way of what I want and desire above all else,”
he murmured against her cheek, placing soft, nibbling kisses along her temple.
“I’m
serious, Drake. Nothing you say or do will sway me. I’ve made up my mind.”
“Well,
I guess then it’s up to me to change it.”
“No!
Put me down this instant. I’m not having sex with you tonight!” She slapped him
on his back as he effortlessly leaned down and lifted her over his shoulder.
“Who
said anything about sex?”
“Drake
Foster, I’m not an idiot,” she shrieked and grabbed frantically at his belt as
he took the stairs two at a time. “If not for sex, why are you taking me to your
bedroom? Put. Me. Down!”
“Patience,
woman. Geez, give me a couple of minutes to get there first.”
Shay
growled as she detected the amusement in his voice.
“This
isn’t funny. I meant what I said, Foster. I’m not having sex with you.”
Shay
was frantic. One way or the other she had to protect her heart. If she had come
to realize one thing tonight, it was that she hadn’t been heartbroken over
Gustav Lochner. Embarrassed and angry at his lies, yes, but her heart … no, she
never loved him. Drake Foster was a totally different cup of tea. He had the
ability to crush her, turn her entire life upside down, and leave her broken
and in despair should he ever walk away from her. At this stage in her life,
she wasn’t emotionally equipped to handle a man like him. Sex with him would
never just be physical; it hadn’t been that first night. She’d felt it then and
she knew it now. This gorgeous, way too sexy man, who had twisted her body like
a pretzel before, would do the same to her emotions now.
She
shrieked as the earth suddenly tilted when Drake dropped her unceremoniously on
the bed—his huge, custom-made king-sized bed. She scrambled back against the
heavy handcrafted oak headboard.
“Now,
now, none of that, love. All I intend to do is to remind you of how explosive
we are together.”
“I
don’t need to be reminded, thank you very much.” She pointed a stiff finger at
him as he closed in on her and circled to the left side of the bed. “Stay away
from me,” she warned and aimed a kick at his thigh when he prowled closer.
He
sighed elaborately. “I didn’t want to do this but you’re asking for it so
nicely.”
“I’m
not asking for anything. I’m telling you
… what the devil do you think you’re doing? No!
Drake Foster, don’t you … dare,” she ended in a huff and stared wide eyed at
her hands that he had quickly and effectively cuffed with long white cotton
sashes to the bedposts.
“There,”
he said with a wide grin as he stood back to admire his handiwork. He tilted
his head sideways as he regarded her with amused eyes. “I can see the
attraction BDSM has for people. Who knows, we might gravitate toward it after
tonight as well.”
Shay’s
breath got stuck in her throat as his words registered. She knew exactly what
he meant. She was an avid reader of Linzi Basset’s Club Cove books but that
didn’t mean she had any interest to embark on such a lifestyle herself. She was
way too conservative for nipple clamps, whips and … bondage! She yanked on the
sashes, but he’d made sure she wouldn’t be able to pry her hands loose.
“You’re
demented if you think for one moment I’d allow you to … to …” She gulped as he
sat down on the bed. She shuffled her legs and hips as far away from him as her
bound arms allowed.
“To what?” he asked as he ran an insolent finger from her wrist down her arm, over her heaving chest and up again to end at the opposite wrist.
His
eyes were glowing like burning charcoal as he leaned back, gritting out in a
dark voice, “Come, I want to show you the pool on the roof.” Drake took her
hand and rushed toward the elevator. The moment the doors slid closed behind
them, his hands folded around her waist to lift her.
“Drake
… ohh,” she gulped back the protest as he spread her legs and pinned her to the
wall with his hip settling between her thighs. The hard length of his cock dug
into her softness. “Ah, standing at attention already, I see,” she purred and
canted her hips in an attempt to alleviate the throbbing from her clit. She
rubbed against his crotch with fervent movements, her moans a melody of lust in
his ears.
“The
hell with the pool.” Drake punched the stop button and the elevator rocked to a
halt. “This is much more important.”
“Drake!
We can’t …” She giggled, her desire spiked as she envisioned what was about to
occur. Excitement surged through her. All thought of being caught evaporated at
the lustful glint in his eyes. “This is so wicked, Mr. Foster.”
“It’s
about to get a lot more wicked, my little spitfire,” he rasped, and in the next
moment, she watched her pants and panties flutter to the floor, leaving her
panting at the speed with which they were pulled off her body. “What if someone
… ehm …” Her mind went blank and she licked her lips as Drake groped for his
zipper, ripped it open, and exposed his engorged cock. It hung and swayed in a
bobbing pendulous arc as he took a step closer.
“Ahh,
Shay … you have the perfect grip,” he growled as her hand reached out of its
own volition to wrap around his wide girth while she stroked the dark purple
mushroom-shaped head with trembling fingers. The carnal smile on his face
bordered on devious. “Now that you’ve got Sergeant Major’s attention, what do
you intend to do with him, baby?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she purred, staring at his still swelling rod with fascination, exulting in the feel of him against her skin, equally steely and hot … like the rest of him. “Maybe a little of that.” Her tongue did another foray over her lips as she noticed the dewy drops of precum oozing from the slit at her gentle manipulation. She went down on her knees, slanting a seductive look at him. The sultry smile on her lips matched the promised intent in her eyes. “Maybe a little of this,” she cooed as her tongue lashed out to flick over his sensitive tip, lapping at the salty taste of him. “And definitely a lot of this.”
Author
Bio and social links:
Linzi Basset is a top 100 Amazon and iBooks Bestselling Author.
Not
satisfied to be chained to one genre, she flourishes in producing multiple
realms of her imaginary world. Her bestselling Club Cove series have all
achieved top 5 on the Amazon charts. Her stories are edgy, dark, suspenseful
and at times filled with sweet romance. Linzi is a sucker for HEA and all her
books have a happy ending, no matter the battles each couple have to fight to
get there.
As a
full time author, there’s only one place you’ll ever find Linzi and that’s
behind her laptop … well, now and then she pops in at the gym too and she’s
never without her trusty energy booster … a steaming cup of coffee!
