I have reached my 200,000th sale! Thank you, dear readers, for making this possible!!
Hugs! I hope I can continue to write stories that will entertain you and make you feel.
Friday, November 23, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
The Pretend Boyfriend 2
THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 15 AND AMAZON EROTICA TOP 100 SERIES CONTINUES!
Perky Samantha Fox and the gorgeous lothario with a secret heart of gold, Brian Morton, are now lovers and best friends - except for the unspoken love and lack of commitment between them. Brian considers it 'hanging out'. Sam has to take what she can get, because she's about to tackle something bigger - if she doesn't do what her new boss demands, she will lose her precious job.
Enter a mysterious woman. She is hell bent to destroy Brian for his past transgressions.
When a series of strange circumstances leads Brian to invite a woman into his apartment, he wakes up the next morning - dazed and confused, with no memory of what occurred the previous night. The police barge in and arrest him. Brian is accused . . . of rape.
Sam and Brian are about to lose everything they hold dear unless they can find a way to brave the coming storm together.
THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND 2 is a 26,000-word erotic romance short novel.
BOOKS IN THIS SERIES
The Pretend Boyfriend
The Pretend Boyfriend 2
EXCERPT:
There's a pounding in his head that he can't get away from. Someone is hammering nails into the base of his skull. A splitting headache like a hundred hangovers rolled into one comes charging through the noise, breaking through the barriers of murkiness and haze and dreams filled with shadowy figures that are wraiths and yet not wraiths.
He claws through the murk and tries to open his sleep-encrusted eyes. Shapes swim into being. A vivid red and gold pattern assails his vision, and he realizes that he is face down on his own lounge carpet. To be precise, his one hundred thousand Persian weave. The house-warming present from his billionaire uncle's wife.
He raises his head. There is a persistent knocking on his front door. He groans. His body feels as though a steamroller has flattened it. He raises himself to his elbows.
The door bursts open and feet clatter into his apartment. Black boots, regulation style.
"Mr. Morton?" says an unfamiliar voice.
Brian squints into the light, dazed. Outside, the sun is streaming through the ceiling-to-floor glass windows. He holds a hand up to block out the light. He thought he had drawn the fucking curtains.
"Yes?"
"You are under arrest."
The rest of his Miranda rights are lost in the drone of the officer's voice as hands jerk his naked body up, and his wrists are cuffed behind his back. Brian stares in horror at the ruins of the evening. Broken glass coffee table. Scattered shards of glass everywhere. Smashed three thousand dollar lampstand. Torn curtains.
His clothes strewn all over the floor.
And a torn silken bathrobe crumpled in a heap beside them.
What? What? What? What? A ship is plowing through the mists of his brain - a flotsam of memories struggling to come to the surface, like a shipwreck victim clawing for air. And failing miserably to ascend.
Something cuts through his bare feet. He lifts his right leg up and stares at his sole.
Blood.
Embedded glass fragments.
And that's not the only damage to his body. The bloody trails of four fingernails have been raked and imprinted upon his chest.
What the fuck happened here?
Perky Samantha Fox and the gorgeous lothario with a secret heart of gold, Brian Morton, are now lovers and best friends - except for the unspoken love and lack of commitment between them. Brian considers it 'hanging out'. Sam has to take what she can get, because she's about to tackle something bigger - if she doesn't do what her new boss demands, she will lose her precious job.
Enter a mysterious woman. She is hell bent to destroy Brian for his past transgressions.
When a series of strange circumstances leads Brian to invite a woman into his apartment, he wakes up the next morning - dazed and confused, with no memory of what occurred the previous night. The police barge in and arrest him. Brian is accused . . . of rape.
Sam and Brian are about to lose everything they hold dear unless they can find a way to brave the coming storm together.
THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND 2 is a 26,000-word erotic romance short novel.
BOOKS IN THIS SERIES
The Pretend Boyfriend
The Pretend Boyfriend 2
EXCERPT:
There's a pounding in his head that he can't get away from. Someone is hammering nails into the base of his skull. A splitting headache like a hundred hangovers rolled into one comes charging through the noise, breaking through the barriers of murkiness and haze and dreams filled with shadowy figures that are wraiths and yet not wraiths.
He claws through the murk and tries to open his sleep-encrusted eyes. Shapes swim into being. A vivid red and gold pattern assails his vision, and he realizes that he is face down on his own lounge carpet. To be precise, his one hundred thousand Persian weave. The house-warming present from his billionaire uncle's wife.
He raises his head. There is a persistent knocking on his front door. He groans. His body feels as though a steamroller has flattened it. He raises himself to his elbows.
The door bursts open and feet clatter into his apartment. Black boots, regulation style.
"Mr. Morton?" says an unfamiliar voice.
Brian squints into the light, dazed. Outside, the sun is streaming through the ceiling-to-floor glass windows. He holds a hand up to block out the light. He thought he had drawn the fucking curtains.
"Yes?"
"You are under arrest."
The rest of his Miranda rights are lost in the drone of the officer's voice as hands jerk his naked body up, and his wrists are cuffed behind his back. Brian stares in horror at the ruins of the evening. Broken glass coffee table. Scattered shards of glass everywhere. Smashed three thousand dollar lampstand. Torn curtains.
His clothes strewn all over the floor.
And a torn silken bathrobe crumpled in a heap beside them.
What? What? What? What? A ship is plowing through the mists of his brain - a flotsam of memories struggling to come to the surface, like a shipwreck victim clawing for air. And failing miserably to ascend.
Something cuts through his bare feet. He lifts his right leg up and stares at his sole.
Blood.
Embedded glass fragments.
And that's not the only damage to his body. The bloody trails of four fingernails have been raked and imprinted upon his chest.
What the fuck happened here?
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND
THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 50 BESTSELLING SERIES CONTINUES WITH ANOTHER MEMBER OF THE MORTON FAMILY!
Samantha Fox is awkward, clumsy and totally in need of a new boyfriend by this weekend. Her younger, prettier sister is getting engaged . . . and all set to make "old maid big sister" Sam feel all crummy and shelved.
Enter Brian Morton. He is bewilderingly gorgeous, fantastically rich, razor-tongued snarky and utterly promiscuous. He was also the bully who made Sam's middle school life a living hell.
A series of bizarre circumstances culminates in Brian losing a bet. His punishment? To be Sam's slave for the weekend . . . and to do anything she wants. Sam has just found her pretend boyfriend for her sister's party. And Brian has just found that the woman he used to call 'Jaws' in school (for her braces) packs a helluva bite.
THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND is a 25,000-word erotic romance short novel. It chronicles the cat-and-mouse start of Sam and Brian's unusual but engaging romance.
Brian turns his head to gaze at what his best friend is looking at.
A thundercloud of a woman storms into the poker room. She has a mass of appealing brown curls that make her look blow-dried and ditzy, but nevertheless extremely attractive. She has a cute button nose, so he would guess her age to be under twenty-five. Her complexion is slightly freckled. She gives off the aura of being passionate, robust and healthy - with a clear zest for life.
And her eyes. She has the most incredibly mesmerizing eyes. They are a vivid blue, and so large that he thinks he can drown in them forever.
Careful, he warns himself.
Oh boy, but she's so fuckable. He wonders if she would make a pass at him - in which case, he would drag her into the pool room, clear everyone out and fuck her on the table immediately amid all the colored balls rolling around. Hell yeah, he can even imagine the table creaking and groaning under their collective weights. Balls rushing into their pockets everywhere as he sinks himself repeatedly into her.
It's amazing. He had just fucked somebody a mere hour ago, and he now has a raging hard-on under the table. The familiar rising of his cock sends the entire crotch area of his jeans into massive strain. Enough strain to pop his zipper.
But he can't help it. Whoever this woman is, she's just fucking adorable.
She's staring at him.
Great.
They all do.
Her eyes flash blue fire as she strides up to him, still seated at the poker table. Everyone's eyes are riveted upon her.
"Brian Morton?" she says.
Behind her, a gaggle of women - including the brunettes who were eyeing him from the bar and the blonde he had just fucked - troop into the room, hanging around the doorway bemusedly to watch.
"Yes?"
"Did you go to St. Theresa Academy? Around thirteen years ago?"
"Give or take a few, yeah."
She's very close to him. He can smell her perfume - a light summer scent that brings daisies and bright meadows to mind. He smiles up at her. That cocksure, predatory smile that renders women, so he has been told, weak at the knees.
Oh, she wants him. He can tell.
She says, "Good. Because there's something I want to give you."
With that, she draws back her fist and punches him right in the face.
Samantha Fox is awkward, clumsy and totally in need of a new boyfriend by this weekend. Her younger, prettier sister is getting engaged . . . and all set to make "old maid big sister" Sam feel all crummy and shelved.
Enter Brian Morton. He is bewilderingly gorgeous, fantastically rich, razor-tongued snarky and utterly promiscuous. He was also the bully who made Sam's middle school life a living hell.
A series of bizarre circumstances culminates in Brian losing a bet. His punishment? To be Sam's slave for the weekend . . . and to do anything she wants. Sam has just found her pretend boyfriend for her sister's party. And Brian has just found that the woman he used to call 'Jaws' in school (for her braces) packs a helluva bite.
THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND is a 25,000-word erotic romance short novel. It chronicles the cat-and-mouse start of Sam and Brian's unusual but engaging romance.
Excerpt:
Caleb looks up. "Uh oh."Brian turns his head to gaze at what his best friend is looking at.
A thundercloud of a woman storms into the poker room. She has a mass of appealing brown curls that make her look blow-dried and ditzy, but nevertheless extremely attractive. She has a cute button nose, so he would guess her age to be under twenty-five. Her complexion is slightly freckled. She gives off the aura of being passionate, robust and healthy - with a clear zest for life.
And her eyes. She has the most incredibly mesmerizing eyes. They are a vivid blue, and so large that he thinks he can drown in them forever.
Careful, he warns himself.
Oh boy, but she's so fuckable. He wonders if she would make a pass at him - in which case, he would drag her into the pool room, clear everyone out and fuck her on the table immediately amid all the colored balls rolling around. Hell yeah, he can even imagine the table creaking and groaning under their collective weights. Balls rushing into their pockets everywhere as he sinks himself repeatedly into her.
It's amazing. He had just fucked somebody a mere hour ago, and he now has a raging hard-on under the table. The familiar rising of his cock sends the entire crotch area of his jeans into massive strain. Enough strain to pop his zipper.
But he can't help it. Whoever this woman is, she's just fucking adorable.
She's staring at him.
Great.
They all do.
Her eyes flash blue fire as she strides up to him, still seated at the poker table. Everyone's eyes are riveted upon her.
"Brian Morton?" she says.
Behind her, a gaggle of women - including the brunettes who were eyeing him from the bar and the blonde he had just fucked - troop into the room, hanging around the doorway bemusedly to watch.
"Yes?"
"Did you go to St. Theresa Academy? Around thirteen years ago?"
"Give or take a few, yeah."
She's very close to him. He can smell her perfume - a light summer scent that brings daisies and bright meadows to mind. He smiles up at her. That cocksure, predatory smile that renders women, so he has been told, weak at the knees.
Oh, she wants him. He can tell.
She says, "Good. Because there's something I want to give you."
With that, she draws back her fist and punches him right in the face.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
Royal Desire
The fourth and final installment of 'Maid for the Billionaire Prince' is out! I cried while writing this. I really did. You will see why.
With the sudden death of his father, Alex must now assume the role of King. This puts his marriage proposal to shy former hotel maid, Liz, on the backburner. They have to keep their engagement silent from the public for six months, as is seemly for a mourning period.
But as Liz correctly predicts, a lot can happen in six months.
Just as they announce their happiness to the world, an ancient law forbidding them to marry brutally surfaces. Liz and Alex must make a painful choice. Will they fight honored tradition or destroy everything in following their hearts?
ROYAL DESIRE, a 16,000-word erotic romance novelette, is the fourth and final book in the ‘MAID TO THE BILLIONAIRE PRINCE’ series.
With the sudden death of his father, Alex must now assume the role of King. This puts his marriage proposal to shy former hotel maid, Liz, on the backburner. They have to keep their engagement silent from the public for six months, as is seemly for a mourning period.
But as Liz correctly predicts, a lot can happen in six months.
Just as they announce their happiness to the world, an ancient law forbidding them to marry brutally surfaces. Liz and Alex must make a painful choice. Will they fight honored tradition or destroy everything in following their hearts?
ROYAL DESIRE, a 16,000-word erotic romance novelette, is the fourth and final book in the ‘MAID TO THE BILLIONAIRE PRINCE’ series.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
A Virgin Enslaved evidence
I'm going to post this here as evidence just in case B and N decide to manipulate with my rankings again while I have an ongoing inquiry with them as to what happened to 'His Indecent Proposition', which was sent tumbling from No. 62 to No. 1053 overnight despite having more sales than 'A Virgin Enslaved'.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
BESTSELLERS: Made the Barnes and Noble Top 100
Woohoo!
'His Indecent Proposition' which I wrote under Aphrodite Hunt because it has a flavor of mild BDSM in it a la Fifty Shades is at No. 64 at the Barnes and Noble Bestseller charts!
And 'A Virgin Enslaved' is at No. 101 at Barnes and Noble as well!
It makes me happy that I have an audience for erotic romances as well because I have only ever previously hit the Amazon Bestseller charts with hardcore erotica. A Virgin Enslaved is also an Amazon Top 100 Erotica Bestseller.
As is Mysterious Desire (Amazon Top 50 Erotica Bestseller)
'His Indecent Proposition' which I wrote under Aphrodite Hunt because it has a flavor of mild BDSM in it a la Fifty Shades is at No. 64 at the Barnes and Noble Bestseller charts!
And 'A Virgin Enslaved' is at No. 101 at Barnes and Noble as well!
It makes me happy that I have an audience for erotic romances as well because I have only ever previously hit the Amazon Bestseller charts with hardcore erotica. A Virgin Enslaved is also an Amazon Top 100 Erotica Bestseller.
As is Mysterious Desire (Amazon Top 50 Erotica Bestseller)
Thursday, August 9, 2012
INFAMOUS DESIRE
The world press has unceremoniously dubbed her 'Dizzy Lizzy'. The King, still weak from his heart attack, tells her that Alex sees her as a passing fad. Worse still, the beautiful Lady Tatiana - still officially engaged to the prince - seeks Liz out for a very private and secret arrangement.
But Liz is not prepared for the sudden curveball that Alex throws her.
INFAMOUS DESIRE is a 16,000-word erotic romance novelette.
Excerpt:
It is right after one dinner with Alex that Jasper summons me to an antechamber. Alex is chatting to the palace chefs regarding the type of menu his father requires when he comes home - probably a long time from now as the King still requires intensive monitoring. Jasper appears quite secretive, which is unusual for him.
"What's the matter?" I ask. It's nice to be 'wanted' for once by Jasper, who usually thinks I'm slightly above kitchen sink scum when it comes to bestowing attention.
He hands me a note. Frowning, I open it.
It says:
'PLEASE MEET ME TOMORROW AT 2.30 PM. A CAR WILL BE WAITING AT THE PALACE EAST WING ENTRANCE. WE HAVE MUCH TO TALK ABOUT. DO NOT LET ALEX KNOW YOU ARE MEETING ME.
TATIANA.'
Jasper eyes me knowingly. For the first time, he almost smiles.
"I do suggest you go, Ms. Turner," he says in that dulcet tone of his. "You might find it quite interesting."
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Forbidden Desire
But when they receive an urgent call that says, “Come home now, your father has had a heart attack”, Liz is hurled unprepared into a royal world where prejudices run high and the classes are clearly divided. Alex’s mother, the Queen, and sister dislike her intensely. The European tabloids declare her a “gold-digger” and the cause for his father’s ill health.
Can Liz and Alex survive the sudden and unpleasant thrust into the limelight?
FORBIDDEN DESIRE is a 17,000-word erotic romance novelette. It is the sequel to MYSTERIOUS DESIRE.
Excerpt:
To lighten the mood, I run my soapy hands down his abs – his marvelously sculpted abs, all eight sections of them. They are rock hard, thanks to the hours of gym time he has put in. Alex smiles at me and grabs my hands.“You’re going to turn me on.”
“I thought you’d be too worried about your father to be turned on.”
“I’m worried all right, but I’m still a regular guy.”
“I’m just going to bathe you as I promised, nothing more.”
“Make sure you keep your word,” he says, still smiling.
I can tell there’s a lot going on behind his weary and black ringed eyes, but I sense he also needs comfort. So I massage his abdomen in circular motions – clockwise, and then counterclockwise. And all this while he sinks deeper and deeper into the water so that its surface is up to his neck. His eyes close. The bathroom air is redolent with the scent of roses.
I can’t help reaching for this cock.
It’s soft, but as I caress it, life begins to stir within its shaft. Alex’s eyes are still closed and he seems to have drowsed off. But there’s an apparent disconnect between his consciousness and his penis, because his shaft becomes semi-hard under my ministrations, and then harder . . . and harder. It rises in the water like a lever, and I grip it. It feels deliciously full.
My own loins stir, and a sliver of deep desire courses through me. My vaginal passage, despite being doused in bathwater, feels hollow and wanting.
A tug and a couple more strokes, and his cock is now at full mast.
Its head is just below the surface of the water – a fraction too deep for me to suck.
I have a better idea.
Taking care not to disturb him (well, not too much anyway), I raise my hips. Rivers of water snake down my thighs and splash back into the bathtub. I lower my hips again onto his erect cock. His thick, warm flesh slides into my sex inch by glorious inch, sending off wild tendrils of pleasure throughout my groin. His girth crowds my passage, pushing my walls apart.
Ohhhhh.
This is where he’s meant to be. I can envision being joined like this to him forever.
I lower myself onto him as far as he can go – his head at the hungry mouth of my cervix. Even then, there’s a spare good inch of him outside. He’s still unresponsive – neck up, that is. His head lolls back against the porcelain and his lips are slightly ajar in the semblance of deep slumber. He could always fall asleep at the wink of an eyelash – an ability I have always envied. Back in our little hut in the Sumatran island of Indonesia, I would still be awake, listening to the cicadas and the night birds, and he would be fast asleep – his breathing slow and measured in the darkness.
I stay on top of him for a long, long while, luxuriating in the silky feel of him. He grows harder inside me, if possible.
I begin to move slowly – up and down movements along the length of his cock. The friction of my flesh against his is delicious. Curls of exquisite erotic sensation blossom in my core and dissipate everywhere else. A particularly thrilling spume zaps right up my spine, causing my throat to gasp.
Alex shifts and turns his head restlessly.
Friday, July 13, 2012
A Virgin Enslaved
Small town girl Beth Tyrell has always planned on losing her virginity on her marriage bed to a man who would love and cherish her forever. But when she meets her new boss, the stunningly handsome and mercurial CEO, Chris Morton, she experiences an all-encompassing, gut-wrenching libidinous 'I want to be taken right here on your desk' desire that she has never known.
What's happening to her? Especially since Chris is a damaged entity who has multiple 'friends with benefits' and a fervent vow to never love a woman again. Even more perplexing is his obvious desire for her - a desire so palpable it borders on obsession.
Then Chris proposes an arrangement to explore their mutual passion: "Try me out for seven days. No penetration, I promise . . . unless you want it."
In this complex passion game, one of them must succumb first, except that things rarely work out as planned.
A VIRGIN ENSLAVED is a 32,000-word erotic romance novel.
I turn to Chris again. The sight of him naked is like the sun in my eyes - beatifically dazzling. I don't think I have ever seen such a beautiful man in my life. He should be immortalized in sculpture, on frescoes, on naughty calendars.
"You mean . . . on your wrists?"
He sits up, still seated, and puts his wrists behind his firmly muscled back. God, he's beautiful. I'll never stop thinking that. He's the epitome of sex himself. I mean, look at him. You can't help but think of sex when you look at him, and I'm thinking of myself entwined with that wondrous body right now.
But he's bad news, my inner voice hisses.
I know, I know, I know, but I still badly want to touch him.
"Are you sure about this?" I say.
"Yes." He stands up, his back to me. He has a tattoo on his lower back, inscribed in some runic language I can't decipher. I have a mind to ask him about it later, except that he's distracting me in the most distressing of ways.
His tight, tight buttocks are at my eye level, and they are quite a marvel to behold. He spies me looking at them, and turns to grin. "Do you want to touch them?"
I blush. I'm frazzled by such frank sex talk. Maybe it's a good thing that I put these cuffs on him. That way -
"You don't have to worry about me losing control," he says, finishing my thoughts. "You're the one in control now."
He says this in a significant tone. I take it that it's usually the other way around with him where women are concerned.
My hands tremble as I circle his wrists with the cuffs. I lightly brush against his buttocks as I do so - accidentally, mind you. A thrill of deep desire courses through me.
Click.
He's now manacled like a common prisoner.
He remains standing as I place my palms upon his butt cheeks. His flesh is warm and soft and hard and taut all at the same time. I can hear him take a sharp breath as I traverse the contours of his flesh, feeling its texture and tensile strength. I roam my hands down the backs of his thighs. A shudder seizes the area between my legs.
What's happening to her? Especially since Chris is a damaged entity who has multiple 'friends with benefits' and a fervent vow to never love a woman again. Even more perplexing is his obvious desire for her - a desire so palpable it borders on obsession.
Then Chris proposes an arrangement to explore their mutual passion: "Try me out for seven days. No penetration, I promise . . . unless you want it."
In this complex passion game, one of them must succumb first, except that things rarely work out as planned.
A VIRGIN ENSLAVED is a 32,000-word erotic romance novel.
Excerpt:
Gingerly, I take the handcuffs out. They are the police procedural type - cold metal and clinking chains. I turn to Chris again. The sight of him naked is like the sun in my eyes - beatifically dazzling. I don't think I have ever seen such a beautiful man in my life. He should be immortalized in sculpture, on frescoes, on naughty calendars.
"You mean . . . on your wrists?"
He sits up, still seated, and puts his wrists behind his firmly muscled back. God, he's beautiful. I'll never stop thinking that. He's the epitome of sex himself. I mean, look at him. You can't help but think of sex when you look at him, and I'm thinking of myself entwined with that wondrous body right now.
But he's bad news, my inner voice hisses.
I know, I know, I know, but I still badly want to touch him.
"Are you sure about this?" I say.
"Yes." He stands up, his back to me. He has a tattoo on his lower back, inscribed in some runic language I can't decipher. I have a mind to ask him about it later, except that he's distracting me in the most distressing of ways.
His tight, tight buttocks are at my eye level, and they are quite a marvel to behold. He spies me looking at them, and turns to grin. "Do you want to touch them?"
I blush. I'm frazzled by such frank sex talk. Maybe it's a good thing that I put these cuffs on him. That way -
"You don't have to worry about me losing control," he says, finishing my thoughts. "You're the one in control now."
He says this in a significant tone. I take it that it's usually the other way around with him where women are concerned.
My hands tremble as I circle his wrists with the cuffs. I lightly brush against his buttocks as I do so - accidentally, mind you. A thrill of deep desire courses through me.
Click.
He's now manacled like a common prisoner.
He remains standing as I place my palms upon his butt cheeks. His flesh is warm and soft and hard and taut all at the same time. I can hear him take a sharp breath as I traverse the contours of his flesh, feeling its texture and tensile strength. I roam my hands down the backs of his thighs. A shudder seizes the area between my legs.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Top indie authors June
This is the first time I've declared my numbers to iReaderReview
Top 100 indie authors June
And I'm at No. 50. I've had better months, but these lists only came out recently, I think.
Anyway, it's so nice to be in the Top 50, even though I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who never got captured.
Top 100 indie authors June
And I'm at No. 50. I've had better months, but these lists only came out recently, I think.
Anyway, it's so nice to be in the Top 50, even though I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who never got captured.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Mysterious Desire
I have a new novelette at 16,000 words. It's an erotic romance :) Some of you may know that I have another far more successful pen name, Aphrodite Hunt, who writes straight erotica.
Anyway, I have decided to write erotic romances under Artemis Hunt to differentiate from my racier stuff.
Anyway, I have decided to write erotic romances under Artemis Hunt to differentiate from my racier stuff.
Shy and innocent Liz Turner is trying to pay for college, and moonlights as a maid in a swanky hotel. But when a devastatingly handsome stranger barges into the men’s restroom she’s trying to clean – despite the NO ENTRY sign she has put at the door – it’s like kismet.
Violent sparks ignite the libido she never knew she had, and suddenly, he’s seducing her against the wall. Breathless and guilty, he leaves. She never expects to see him again, until she finds out that he is Alexander Vassar – half-American entrepreneur, Harvard graduate . . . and a European crown prince who is engaged to be married to someone else.
But Alex seems to mysteriously desire her and only her. Liz cannot understand it. Does he truly want her or is there an ulterior motive behind it all that will shatter her confidence and rapidly succumbing heart?
MYSTERIOUS DESIRE is a 16,000-word erotic romance novelette.
Violent sparks ignite the libido she never knew she had, and suddenly, he’s seducing her against the wall. Breathless and guilty, he leaves. She never expects to see him again, until she finds out that he is Alexander Vassar – half-American entrepreneur, Harvard graduate . . . and a European crown prince who is engaged to be married to someone else.
But Alex seems to mysteriously desire her and only her. Liz cannot understand it. Does he truly want her or is there an ulterior motive behind it all that will shatter her confidence and rapidly succumbing heart?
MYSTERIOUS DESIRE is a 16,000-word erotic romance novelette.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Hit 50,000 sales!
Thank you, dear readers, for making this possible. I just hit my 50,000th milestone. It's been quite a ride. During the 7 months or so since I have started writing erotica, I've had:
1. 12 stories hit the Amazon Erotica Top 100
2. 1 story hit the Amazon Top 30 Romance
3. I story hit the Amazon Top 15 Movers and Shakers
4. 12 books becoming All Romance Ebooks bestsellers
5. 12 books becoming Bookstrand bestsellers
Thank you for reading my stories and I hope you enjoyed them!
1. 12 stories hit the Amazon Erotica Top 100
2. 1 story hit the Amazon Top 30 Romance
3. I story hit the Amazon Top 15 Movers and Shakers
4. 12 books becoming All Romance Ebooks bestsellers
5. 12 books becoming Bookstrand bestsellers
Thank you for reading my stories and I hope you enjoyed them!
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Psychotic has been banned from All Romance Ebooks
Great. I only thought this ARE and Bookstrand ban would affect Aphrodite Hunt, but it applies to Artemis Hunt as well.
Sheeesh.
Sheeesh.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Hit my 30,000th sale!
WOO HOO! Thanks to everyone who bought something from me!
I'm eternally grateful and hope you enjoyed it.
I'm eternally grateful and hope you enjoyed it.
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