“Not please stop, please give me more.” #FlashbackFriday with #menage #romance #NSFW @evernightpub

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The Summer Heat
Sizzle , sizzle...
When lifelong friends Nate and Evan watch the arrival of a new neighbor, they never expect to find their friendship rocked by the lovely Annabel who moves into the empty house next door.
Annabel likes both Nate and Evan the moment she meets them. As they all grow close, will she be forced to choose between these gorgeous men?


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Evan kissed her gently. The softness of her lips felt so good, that a fleeting thought about her being Nate’s girl, despite what Nate had said, was forgotten. Evan couldn’t leave her mouth. He grasped a handful of her hair and deepened his kiss.

She opened her mouth to his tongue.

He drifted in a haze of lust. Her fragrance filled his head. His stomach clenched so hard a spear of sensation hardened his cock. Evan moaned softly. He delighted in the pressure of Annabel’s arms as they slid around his neck when she kept the kiss going. A soft whimper reached his ears.

Annabel moved her mouth from his to whisper, “Evan, please.”

He drew back. Let go of her.

Her arms fell away from his neck.

“Sorry. I know you’re with Nate. I…”

Annabel shook her head, a pleading expression on her face. “Not please stop, please give me more.” She pulled the shoulder straps of her dress down. Her naked breasts were displayed for him as the bodice ruffled to her waist.

Evan’s cock leaked at her words. His mouth just about watered at the sight of her peaked nipples. He brought his gaze back to her face. He saw the tip of her tongue run quickly over her top lip. He watched hypnotized as she stood.

She pressed against him in seconds.

Evan dragged her closer. He grabbed her ass and thrust his erection onto her. When her arms went around his neck and her tongue slid along his, he groaned with sheer sexual need. His cock grew so hard it ached. The sweetness of her mouth and her body molded to his were too delicious a temptation. He picked her up in a hug.

Her legs wrapped around his hips.

Evan felt her hot and wet through the rip in his jeans. He’d only pulled on his faded Levis after his shower. She’s not wearing panties. Fucking hell.

Her wet pussy contacted his upper thigh.

His breath left him.
“This is killing me. You have to know that. What about Nate?” His voice rasped huskily as he carried her to the wall and thrust against her. Even though he’d just asked that, he bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Mmm.” He licked along her breast after grazing his teeth against her nipple. He wanted an answer and looked into her eyes.

“I want you. I need you. Don’t think about Nate, he’s cool.” She reached between them and dragged the zipper of his jeans down.

Evan sighed into her neck. Maybe he talked with her the way he did with me yesterday … maybe this can all work out. He accepted what she said about Nate. He so desperately wanted her, loved her for sure the way he shuddered with need right then. He hoisted her higher as she pulled his leaking cock from his jeans, and in a move that surprised the hell out of him, leaned back on the wall and brought his cock so close to her pussy, it would only take him one thrust to be in. He moaned as he pushed into her.

She held his bare shoulders. Her fingers dug deliciously into them as he pumped his cock up into her slick pussy.

He closed his eyes and fucked her against the wall. His ass tightened as he took both their weight on his thighs. It added to the raw, sexual heat for him.

Annabel nuzzled against his shoulder.

Her pussy clenched, and she softly bit his neck. “So, so good.” She left trails of wetness along his shoulder as she kissed there and rocked her hips as she climaxed.

Evan’s orgasm burst through him. He jerked up into her uncontrollably. His thighs weakening, he leaned on the wall with one hand, so that Annabel held him more tightly around the shoulders in an effort not to slip. His long groan, torn from his throat as the ripples of orgasm flowed through him, echoed in the kitchen. Everything felt so great that he fucked her even when his orgasm finished until his knees threatened to buckle.

Her whisper sent shivers through his ear, and aftershocks of the orgasm throbbed through his cock.
“Kiss me. Let me down, but kiss me first.”

Evan brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her, soaking up the feel of her lips on his. He didn’t know if he could move to let her down. Every muscle in his body completely relaxed so that he thought they might slide to the floor in a crumpled heap. He smiled against her mouth after the kiss.

“Careful.” He couldn’t say more. He lifted her. His cock slid deliciously out of her. Even that gave him an orgasm aftershock, and his ass clenched.

She brought her legs from around his waist and stood.

Her dress fell around her knees with a soft rustle.
Copyright Elodie Parkes Evernight Publishing 



He wanted that girl so much. He couldn’t just leave. #FlashbackFriday #PNR #erotica @HotInkBooks

#FlashbackFriday from The Black Lion 
Erotic #PNR


When Melissa fleetingly meets Sascha in The Black Lion nightclub, she hopes he will approach her.
Sascha has secrets and it’s a long time since there was a woman in his life. He hesitates, even though he’s drawn to her until...
When she is threatened, he acts. When he is hungry, she hunts.
Unknown to both of them someone watches jealously.
Will this jealousy stop the budding romance between two people who both have something to hide?
An erotic, paranormal romance, full of surprises.



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Prologue

The leopard jumped the fence and padded around the perimeter of the compound. She merged with the night. An onlooker might say she was a black panther, until she leapt to a wide tree branch. The moonlight caught her silent, powerful form and her spots were visible on her sleek coat.
She stared down into the compound. Her eyes, silver-gray with a flash of emerald green, sought out the pool. She leapt down alongside it, taking care to give the alarmed fence a wide berth. She knew exactly how to breach the security in the zoo.

A beautiful golden and tawny spotted leopard joined her. Clearly friends, they butted their heads together. A soft, deep purr sounded between them. They ran happily around together, through the specially built environment, up and down trees, splashing in the pool, until they stopped and sat close to each other. The older leopard licked the face of the visiting cat. She got up and padded away into the sleeping cave. The black leopard rose and with a soft mew left the way she’d come.
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Chapter One

Gnawing hunger forced him from his sanctuary. He traveled swiftly over the rooftops and down the alley to the nightclub on the outskirts of the city. Human scents swamped him in the warm summer night. Perfumes, dirty hair and clothes, fragrant food, desire, all mixed with the overwhelming lure of blood. He drifted to the paved ground a little way from the red lacquered door of The Black Lion. His boots made a muffled thud as he landed. He adjusted his jacket, ran his hands through his thick, dark hair, and approached the closed door.

A few promotional posters for former guest bands curled on the dimpled wood. The door opened to his push. Sascha knew it would. When the club closed, bolts and a bar on the inside were used to lock the door. He walked down the short corridor toward the swirling darkness, the thump of base, the promise of a meal.

“Evening, Sascha. You’re early tonight.” Gary, the bouncer, grinned at him from the arched entrance to the nightclub dance floor.

Sascha glanced at the closed hatch of the entrance ticket booth behind Gary. The club only charged after midnight. He pasted his charming smile on his face.

“Yeah, it’s been a boring day, thought I’d start early tonight.” Sascha sauntered to the bar. There were few people around. It would get busy later. Friday night usually was. A large group of young women danced in a circle to the thumping music. A couple propped up the bar at the far end. A young man lounged against one of the pillars, watching the circle of swaying breasts and asses. Sascha inhaled the delicious aroma of the barman. “Gin and tonic, Jeff, thanks.”

He paid and turned around to lean against the counter. He never drank a drop of it.
Not for the first time, he berated himself for coming to the club. Sascha chose it initially because it was easy to fit in there with his mostly black outfits, ultra-pale skin, and when he occasionally lapsed and allowed his fangs to show, no one batted an eyelid. All kinds of sub-cultures gathered in the club. It was an interesting place and Sascha enjoyed being amongst the usually happy throng, out to enjoy the nights after work.

He could see easily in the semi-darkness. He’d come out too early. There was no way he could take a meal from the few people there with any safety. He never killed any more. Those days were gone. Sascha’s need for blood clawed at him. He’d left it too long between meals.
He tuned into the sounds of the city night. Mostly he turned that ability off. The din could be debilitating. The strident voice of a young woman seeking to be heard over the dance track cheered him.

“Sue, I’m going to the restroom … coming?”
Her friend answered. “Nah, I’ll get some drinks.”

Sascha saw them both step away from the dancing circle.
This was his chance to feed.

The restrooms were to the right of the dance floor down a corridor that also led to the manager’s office. The place was always darker than the dance floor. Couples sometimes edged in there to make out.

In a burst of speed that rendered him invisible, Sascha appeared in front of the young woman on her way to the restroom door. He blocked the corridor. Tall, muscled, spectacularly gorgeous, he never failed to stop a woman in her tracks when he loomed out of the darkness.
“Sorry, bit dark in here.” He grinned at the girl.

Her pulse throbbed in her neck. Her heartbeat sped up.

Sascha savored the scent of her blood and the sound of her reaction to him. She liked what she saw. He saw it in her eyes, scented it on her skin. He leaned toward her.

“You’re very pretty. What’s your name?” He stared into her eyes sending a powerful suggestion to relax. “You know me. I won’t hurt you.” His touch was gentle, sexy, reassuring, as he moved her hair from her neck, and held her head. Sascha kissed by the side of her mouth with a brush of his beautiful lips as his fangs lengthened. He nibbled down her neck. His other hand slid under her ass and he kneaded at the top of her thigh. He lifted her to mold against his hard body. The scent of her creaming pussy filled his head and he drank.

The rush hit Sascha hard and he reeled for a few seconds. Then he carefully placed the girl on her feet. He whispered sweet things in her ear and licked her wound. Sascha was practiced at leaving only the tiniest mark. His ancient saliva sealed and healed.

“Lovely girl, thank you. I’ve enjoyed meeting you. Goodnight.” He woke her from his spell as he drew away and pressed back against the wall for her to pass him. As she moved on, he exited the corridor, quietly, swiftly, in a blur of ink black. At the bar, he sighed in relief. The pain in his stomach eased. The edge of his hunger dulled, Sascha picked up his drink, walked past a table, and placed it there. He sat to watch the parade of people that began to throng the club.

Most of them wore the garb that signified their particular subculture. Sascha smiled at a few people he’d met in the club who strolled by and nodded at him. He inclined his head graciously. Lots of these people were what he, as an old vampire termed, ‘very ordinary.’ He had no problem with their appearance. Hell, he couldn’t care less what people wore, or even looked like, though he enjoyed beauty. He detested violence, spite, prejudice, and avoided people who showed those traits. In his lifetime, he’d seen enough of it. He wanted peace, gentleness, and in his darkest hours—love.
He’d not tuned out yet to the din of humanity, and just as he thought about doing that, he heard the heartbeat. Why it called to him out of all the others he could hear, he didn’t know, but it did. The swish of blood, the sudden onslaught of female pheromones put a tingle of desire up his spine. He looked around for the source, and there she was.

Sascha’s entire body clenched with sexual need. Longed for sensations coursed through his thighs, his balls, and his cock stirred deliciously. The young woman walking past him filled his head with pictures of kisses. Her scent infused him with yearning for soft skin under his fingertips, a woman’s cream on his lips, and his tongue against her clit. Sascha stood. He stepped into her path.
She gazed up at him and in that second he wanted her so badly, he thought he would fall down.
Sascha’s expression softened. He looked into her eyes and saw desire.

Her eyes were dark with it.
Her scent flooded over him.
She pulsed with sexual need that matched his.

Sascha felt the seconds fall away as they gazed at each other in the silent dance of communication between strangers who suddenly connect on that deep mysterious level.

She must have become embarrassed because she suddenly smiled in a self-deprecating way, her hand fluttering to her cheek, and down, to smooth the blue velvet dress she wore.

Sascha couldn’t let this meeting pass.
“Hi.” It was all he could muster. His voice throaty with emotion, he smiled sincerely at the young woman.

She smiled at him, quickly, and answered, “Hi,” but then she walked on, around him.

Sascha turned to watch her go. Is she with someone? Is she with a man? His thoughts churned.
She greeted two other young women who sat at a table on the far edge of the dance floor.
Sascha listened.

“Hi, Melissa, you’re late again. You can spring for drinks. We’ll have cherry vodkas.”
“I worked late. Okay.”
Melissa turned away and wove through the crowd to the bar.

Sascha got there before her. He stood close and soaked up her presence. He stared ahead through the strangely bronze tinted mirror behind the bar.

She looked at him in the mirror, her expression conveying interest, encouragement.

Fuck, I’m so out of practice. I have no idea how to do this. Sascha slumped in pain. He left the bar and the nightclub in a haze of regret.
The soft pad of his boots echoed back into his sensitive ears as he walked down the alley. He wanted that girl so much. He couldn’t just leave. He glanced around for observers and finding none, he leapt to the balcony of the nightclub. The club management opened the doors on summer nights such as this. People made their way up to the mezzanine floor above the dance area where they could watch the moving crowd below and talk. This generally happened around one in the morning when the club was full to the gills and pungent with bodies and drink.

This midnight a couple lay entwined in each other’s arms on one of the black faux-leather sofas and a solitary man chatted to the barista at the coffee counter there. Sascha entered from the balcony casually. He walked to lean against the smoked glass and black wrought iron safety barrier around the edge of the mezzanine. Eagle eyed, he sought out the girl whose heartbeat thumped through his chest like the deep base of a rock tune through a high volume speaker. There she was. Sascha sighed with satisfaction.
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Return to The Club #erotic #romance weekend reads @evernightpub


Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment, they’re both running in opposite directions.
Gorgeous Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.
Lovely Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.
The trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?





When a fleeting encounter with a handsome stranger ignites Patti’s repressed loneliness she has to admit she longs for the love of a sensual Dom.
Luck is on her side when she goes out for the evening and meets delicious Cameron in The Club—but is he all that he appears to be?
Cameron’s overwhelming attraction to Patti is tested when she inexplicably fails to show up for a date. Just what is going on and will they ever get together?
A Dom for Patti
(spanking, love in the park, light bdsm)


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EIGHTY-ONE DAYS
by Zoë Mullins

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance


Eric didn’t know Luke would be heartbroken when he left town to join a hotshot forest fire crew in Western Canada. They’d been best friends since kindergarten, had gone to school together, had bought their first car and a home together, and had shared their lovers. At some point, friendship had turned to love.

Luke didn’t expect that when he’d brought his crazy cat in for stitches that his heart that would be mended by the sassy new veterinarian. Jenna may have been new in town but she’d heard the rumors and she liked the carnal fantasies he spun for her in bed of he and his best friend sharing her.

Of course, that was before Eric’s job brought him home and back into their lives.

Jenna isn’t sure she can be what they need, but she’s not going give up without a fight.

Even if that means inviting the sexy firefighter to share their bed. Surely there is enough love to go around.



Don’t be a stranger? Had that been Eric’s way, he wondered, of saying I miss you too? The situation had been totally fucked up, but it had worked. At least, right up until the moment he had met Jenna. He couldn’t do that to Jenna.

Instead he had told Eric about how Winchester had fallen asleep in her arms. How Jenna knew how to make homemade pasta but hated tomatoes. He had begun detailing all the little things that she did or said that were making him fall in love with her and that he knew could make Eric fall in love with her too.

He knew it wasn’t fair to any of them, but after seeing how well they had gotten on all summer, he couldn’t help but hope for something more. He wanted the fantasy.

“Hey. You totally just zoned out there.” Jenna squeezed his hand and he looked up. “We don’t have to stay for the movie.”

“No. I want to.” It had become a monthly ritual, to head to his parents’ for dinner and a movie. “I promised Mom we’d watch The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel with her.”

“I know you’re really doing that for me.” Jenna snuggled into his side and kissed his cheek.

“You’re right. I’ll probably sneak away with Dad to watch baseball.”

“Totally acceptable, so long as you bring me a Nespresso from your Mom’s ‘off-limits’ coffee maker.”

“It’s only off limits to my dad. She totally loves that you enjoy the Nespresso. We can get one for home, you know?” Luke knew she found the coffee he made too weak. She liked her coffee like sludge. It made him shudder.

She shook her head, smiling. “Nope. This way it’s special.”

He had just brought her a cup of Nespresso and was going to join his father in the rec room to watch the baseball game he’d recorded that afternoon when he heard the crunch of tires on the driveway.

“I got it,” he called to his mom so they didn’t have to stop their movie. He pulled open the front door to see Eric ascending the steps.

Luke stared.

Eric looked just as startled. After a moment he stumbled over his words, “Your mom. That is, I mean, she invited me for dessert.”

“Eric, come on in. I saved you a piece of apple pie.” Luke’s mother, Maggie, called from inside.






A prolific writer, even in elementary school, she was jotting down poems and stories whenever she had the chance - usually during math class.

After many years of working in corporate communications, Zoë decided in 2015 it was time to focus her energy on the kind of writing she loved – hot romances with strong, alpha heroes and quirky, independent heroines.

Zoë’s husband of nearly 20 years threw his full support behind that dream and loves to tell people his wife is a romance author. They live in Atlantic Canada with their two crazy collies. When not at her computer, you will find Zoë chasing after her muddy dogs, working in the garden or helping to renovate their money-pit of a house.

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FINNGARICK
Black Swan D.I.T., book 2
by Victoria Danann

Genre: Paranormal Romance Designer: Victoria Danann


“When it came to my attention that D.I.T. was going to Dublin, I thought of Torn Finngarick. After all he knew the culture and could, perhaps, be useful. I confess to the ulterior motive of wanting to see all the floaters brought in from the cold. He was one of the remaining few. And everybody deserves another chance. Right?

As I mentioned earlier, my wife was working for Black Swan setting up a unit called Department of Interdimensional Trespass. It seemed that creatures coming and going at will were causing havoc that had, until recently, been unexplained, believed to be fiction of the myth or folklore variety, or dismissed as interplanetary visitations. Rosie was busy hiring and training people who were going to function as police.

Anyway, I had served with Sir Finngarick when I was first knighted as the fourth member of the infamous Z Team and came to know him quite well. Most believed he was irredeemable. I did not.”
Glendennon Catch, Sovereign, Jefferson Unit


When they transferred onto the larger Black Swan jet in Edinburgh, en route to Buenos Aires, Torn gave Raif a look that said, “We have arrived.” He then proceeded to flirt with the flight attendant for most of the trip. Not that his attention wasn’t welcome. Finngarick seemed to ooze sex from his pores when he turned his charm in the direction of a target.

Of course he was a healthy male elf interested in the physical expression of all that it means to be that, but there was also an element of satisfaction in having his choice of females, given the damage done by the profound social rejection of his developmental years.

Raif’s eyes were closed, but he was smiling.

“Do no’ be feignin’ sleep, boyo. I see you’re livin’ vicariously and perhaps learnin’ a trick or two about interactin’ with the fairer sex.”

Raif cocked an eye open. “You mean pie in the sky?”

“Her name is Amanda.”

“Is it now?”

“’Tis. She might like you better if you gave yourself half a chance. You have the whole exotic look thing goin’ on.”

Raif opened both eyes and cocked a brow. “Exotic look thing? So now you’re attracted to me as well? Or maybe it’s instead. You bi, Torn? I think I should know before I throw in with you as partner. It’s a big step.”

“Great Paddy. You can actually speak words with multiple syllables. Who knew?”

“Interesting. An evasion rather than an answer.”

“No,” Torn chuckled. “I’m no’ bi. No’ even the least little. But I’m no’ blind. You’re good lookin’ enough for a human.”

“Thanks,” Raid said drily.

“All you’d need to interest women is to be interested in them. Hey. For that matter, between the two of us, seems more likely that you’re the one most likely to like guys.” Amanda swished up and set drinks down for each of them, lips twitching surreptitiously at the bit of conversation she overheard. “Hey, Amanda. Do you no’ find my friend here attractive?”

Amanda looked Raif over, while he flushed at the unwanted scrutiny. “Yes. Handsome.”

Torn barked out a laugh. “See!” he almost shouted to Raif. “Aren’t you going to at least say thank you to the woman?”

Amanda hesitated for a second, but when she saw that Raif was busy glaring at Torn, she went about her business.

Once she was gone, Raif said, “That was embarrassing, you freckle-faced fucker.”

Torn gaped. “How is it embarrassin’ to be called handsome by a beautiful woman?”

“Because you put her on the spot. What was she going to say? ‘That guy? Fuck no. He’s hideous. Why would you embarrass him and me by asking that question?’”

Finngarick shook his head. “Dude.”

“Don’t call me dude.”

“Why no’?”

“For one thing it sounds ridiculous with your Irish accent.”

“Does it? Let’s call Amanda and ask her what she thinks about my accent.” When Torn looked toward the galley, Raif threw a rolled up magazine at Torn’s head. Laughing, Finngarick said, “So you’re checking the undecided box again.”

After a few minutes, Finngarick nudged Nighsong. “How’s your Spanish?”

“S’okay. Why?”

“Why do you think? Because that’s what they speak in Buenos Aires.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’re not going to talk to vampire before we stake them.”

“Aye. ‘Tis true enough. But I’m thinkin’ more about after hours activities.”

Raif reopened one eye. “Girls. You mean girls. Do you ever think about anything else?”

“’Course. But I am a healthy young elf with a healthy young…”

“Yeah. Yeah. I get it. Young. Dumb. Full of come.”

“You’d better leave the poetry to the Irish. And I resent bein’ called dumb. Who helped you through calculus?”

“Do not get me started on fucking calculus. What a colossal waste of a person’s time and energy? Do you believe we’re ever going to use calculus as vampire hunters?” Torn opened his mouth to speak, but Raif was on a tear. “No. We are not.”

“What has gotten into you? Is the cabin pressure pushin’ words out of your mouth that have just been lyin’ dormant for years waitin’ to be released?”

“Funny.”

“One word. Two syllables. That’s more like it.”

“Maybe I didn’t have anything to say before now.”

“Who are you?”

Raif offered up a shit eating grin. “I’m your fucking partner, soon-to-be Sir Finngarick.”

It was the first time Torn had ever heard his name paired with the honorific ‘Sir’. It sobered him for a second, but not longer.

“Aye. You are. Even if you become a nonstop jabber jaws.” Raif grunted. “That’s my man.”






SIMON SAYS
D.I.T., book 1

Simon Tvelgar wasn’t always the staid and steady director of the Order of the Black Swan headquarters in Edinburgh who manages the most unruly congregation of talented misfits ever assembled into one organization.

No. He was once a young, beautiful, athletically gifted knight, wild and lustful as any, until he fell in love with a Scottish fae girl who on bereavement leave. He lost her to the stones of the Orkneys as they picnicked there on Lammas twenty years before. She was swallowed up and faded from view, a look of panic on her face as she reached for him while her mouth silently formed his name. He lunged to grab her, but she was simply gone.

Year after year he traveled back to the Orkney Islands and talked to locals, but Shivaun was never seen again. Simon channeled his sorrow and loneliness into work until he eventually rose to the highest position open to an ex Black Swan knight.

Now, for the first time, he thinks there might be someone who could find Shivaun. Rosie Storm.

This novella introduces a new Black Swan series, D.I.T., Department of Interdimensional Trespass.



Victoria Danann is the New York Times bestselling author of twenty romances. For the past four years in a row, Victoria's Knights of Black Swan series have won prestigious Reviewers' Choice Awards for both BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES and PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVEL OF THE YEAR. This past year three of her series and three of her novels were nominated. Two of her series took the top two places and two of her books took first and second place in the PNR Novel of the Year category.

In addition to vampire hunting knights, Victoria writes other paranormal romance, scifi, fantasy, and contemporary romance.

Victoria co-hosts the popular ROMANCE BETWEEN THE PAGES podcast which can be found on itunes or at → www.romancecast.com

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#FlashbackFriday To leave you breathless
Erotic romance 
#NSFW mild bondage 

Dishy Seth Callahan relocates one of his business offices to a pretty Louisiana town. He’s lonely and discovers an emptiness inside him he just can’t fill … until he starts his house parties, where he fills the hollow with sultry encounters.

Four years later, his house parties attract lonely people looking for sensual comfort from far and wide. 

Rosanna Pyne arrives in town seeking solace after a bad relationship, and her neighbors take her to one of Seth’s parties.

Seth notices her right away. He approaches her, but Rosanna backs away from Seth’s steamy advances.

Seth engages in erotic fantasies about the lovely Rosanna until one night she makes a move on him.

Rosanna is looking for someone to love her. Is there any chance it might be Seth?

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Chapter Two

Desire swept over Seth from the middle of his clenched stomach to his tightening balls. His breath left him for a second and made his voice a whisper. “I am.”

Rosanna’s reply delighted him. “I’d like to skip the charming part and get right to the pants off.”

Seth’s cock jerked. He took the hot chocolate from her hands and placed it on the kitchen counter without even looking. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from Rosanna’s eyes. In one move, he had her in his arms. He kissed along her shoulder, caught the shoestring strap of her dress in his teeth, and pulled it down her arm. He left it there and traced kisses along the top of her breasts in a trail that led to her neck. Each contact with her skin sent his desire up a notch until he burned for her.

She murmured softly as he kissed her neck, sucking, licking, kissing, until she shifted in his arms, trying to reach his mouth with hers.

Seth loosed her for a second before he held her face, his fingers caressing her ears as he kissed her lips.

She molded her body to his, returning his kiss with so much hunger and passion, Seth moved a hand along her back to cup her ass and ram his aching cock on her stomach. He kissed her toward one side of the room, and with each kiss, she moaned low, clinging to him, her arms pushed up around his neck. He picked her up and jammed her against the wall.

She lifted her legs to circle his hips. The hem of her dress rose and fell away on each side of her hips in a slick of silk.

Seth pressed between her thighs. The warmth from her pussy penetrated his suit pants and made his cock leak. He thrust his hips in long, slow, movements, plundering her mouth with his tongue. His heart pounded and he drifted in a haze of such desperate desire that he broke the stream of kisses to whisper against her lips. “Come with me to a private place. This is killing me. I need to fuck you. I have to fuck you. I want my tongue in your cunt and then my cock pounding into you. I want you coming on me moaning. I want us fucking and coming over and over, until we can’t stand up.”

Rosanna pushed against his chest with her palms and slid her legs to the floor. She slipped her arms around Seth’s waist and leaned her head against his chest.

Her softly voiced words tore into his lust-fogged mind.

“I’ve made a mistake. I don’t think I can do this … not … not right now … when I’ve only just met you.”

Seth stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. His cock was painfully hard, and disappointment washed his haze of lust away.

“It’s okay, but just so you understand about this club. That’s what we do here in the house parties. We come here so that we can have sex without knowing each other.” He lifted her face tenderly with a hand under her jaw and kissed her softly. “Your friends should have told you that.”

He moved away from her gently so that she wouldn’t think he was angry. He turned and walked away. Nothing had ever felt like the kisses he’d shared with Rosanna. He’d never experienced such intense desire. It wasn’t just the urgent need to fuck and come, but an overwhelming need to kiss every part of her body, to trail his fingers over every inch of her skin, please and tease her, love her until she knew she was loved. Seth sighed despondently at the nature of his desire. This was unexpected. He wove through the room full of people to the front door.

Solar lamps lit the pathway, and ropes of white fairy lights adorned the two large juniper trees that stood like sentinels at the end of the path, before it joined the driveway. Seth walked across the drive onto the lawn. At the end of the lawn behind a stand of palm trees and low-growing bougainvillea was what Seth called his summerhouse. A small bungalow where he went for solitude and where he would have brought Rosanna if she hadn’t changed her mind, it was hidden from general view.

He went in and turned on one of the table lamps. As he walked along to a back room that served as a kitchen-diner, he stripped off his tie and shirt, dropping them to the hardwood floor. The switches for the fans were on the wall of the room, and after he’d taken a bottle of vodka from the small fridge and a glass from the cupboard, he flipped the switch. The fans already swished around as he returned to the main room and flopped down on the big leather couch. He poured a drink and leaned back to sip the chilled, clear liquid.

Seth’s cock hadn’t shrunk much from having been so hard when he’d kissed Rosanna and he was painfully aware of this. His desire still pulsed in his balls. He clicked the glass of vodka down onto the low table by the couch and unzipped his pants. On nights when he attended his own club parties, he went commando, so now he accessed his slowly dwindling erection and stroked it back into a hard column. He ran his fingertips up and down, deliberately teasing himself. He lifted his ass and pulled his suit pants down so that he could access his balls and inner thighs. Seth took a drink of vodka. The glass cooled his fingers, and it was heaven when he traced a path around his sac and up his cock.

He thought about Rosanna. I’d like her to be here now bent over me, her mouth on my cock. She’d be naked and I’d wind her hair around my hand so that she couldn’t escape me. I’d drag her over my knee, and then with her breasts crushed against my cock, I’d slap her ass for teasing and then finger her cunt with my hand between her legs from the back so that her cream would run down my palm. My thumb would play at the ring of her tight little ass. She’d ask to be fuckedbeg for it, but I’d stop finger fucking her just as she was about to come. Mmm, yes, I’d turn her over and lick her juices from my fingersmake her lick them toosuck on my finger, and she’d bite because she’s so sexy, so sexy. I’d kiss along her stomach to her shaved slit and tongue her clit until she grabbed my head and whimpered to come, but I still wouldn’t let her.

He grasped his leaking cock in his fist and pumped. He wouldn’t last long picturing Rosanna, her lips, her darkened green eyes. His balls lifted and he stopped pumping. His breath came in gasps and his stomach clenched.

Oh yes, my lovely little Rosanna. I’d tie her spread-eagled to my desk, and every hour I’d finger her, make her wet, slip a vibrator inside her on low so that she moaned with pleasure, but then I’d leave hertake the vibrator away, lap at her cunt, bite down each thigh, kiss her lipssweetness. She’d be so in need when I untied her in the dark of night, she’d melt into my arms. I’d kiss her as my fingers slipped in her wet pussy. I’d bite her bottom lip that begs to be sucked into my mouth.

He sheathed his cock in his fist again, and this time he didn’t stop pumping.

I’d put her on the floor facedown. She’d stick her ass in the air to be fucked. Her cunt would glisten wet between her legs. I’d drag her up by the hips and ram my cock into her over and over

Seth’s cum spurted in hot streaks over his hand, up his stomach, and he groaned, breathless and bucking his hips, the pleasure so great it bordered on pain and brought a frown to his forehead. He threw his head back and let the aftershocks of pleasure throb in his cock.

Fucking hellI will get herI’ll bring her here and fuck her so hard she’ll crave it every day, come to my office, lie at my feet, her legs open, no panties, and she’ll finger herself until I kneel and lick her off, suck her clit, tongue her to orgasm. I need her. I have to get her. How?

Seth closed his eyes as he laid his head on the back of the couch. When his breathing had returned to normal and his heart had stopped hammering, he stood and pulled up his pants. He picked up the glass of vodka. It had lost most of its iciness, but he drank it down, grabbed the bottle by the neck, and went to the back room. He put the bottle back in the fridge and then placed the glass in the slim line dishwasher installed between the cupboard and the small sink unit. Seth ran a hand over his forehead into his hair. It stood on end for a moment, then flopped over. He stared out the window into the darkness. I’ll drop by her business premises tomorrow.

* * * *
Rosanna watched Seth leave the kitchen after her rejection. On legs that felt like jello, she crossed to the counter where the hot chocolate he’d made her sat cooling. She picked it up with trembling fingers and drank some. Her heart raced and she closed her eyes as she considered Seth. His kisses were so good, so sexy, wet heat had slipped into her panties. The way he looked at her with those cornflower-blue eyes of his was enough to scorch her dress right off. She relived the way he’d picked her up and pushed her against the wall. Her pussy throbbed then, and she put the cup of chocolate down. She ran her tongue over her lips and it made her crave Seth’s kiss, his tongue on hers. Her nipples stood up, peaking in the cooled air, but more in need of Seth’s mouth on them now than from the air-con.

Why did I chicken out? He’s exactly what I needmy type, dark hair, stubble grazing my cheek, his hard cock pressed between my legs. Holy hell, even through the fabric of his suit pants, it felt incredible. That’s why I came here—to get laid. I need to get laid, and he’d be like heaven to fuck those muscles, those thighs, that ass, oh my God.

She took a deep breath, smoothed her dress down over her hips, and walked out of the kitchen just as a server arrived with an empty tray. He gave her a polite nod and she smiled, quickly passing him in the doorway.
She wandered through the rooms looking for Simon and Beau, the guys who’d brought her. When she couldn’t find them, she assumed they were holed up fucking in one of the booths with the curtains drawn. They’d laughed as they’d shown her how the long velvet drapes closed around the front of the booth, making a secret place, still safe they’d said, because a person can leave anytime they like.

They’d each made a pass at her not long after she’d moved into the house next door to them. They’d found a way to flirt with her as she walked to her car parked on the drive or checked her mailbox at the end of it.

They weren’t her type, but they’d quickly read her need. She must be telegraphing the need to fuck, because they’d soon asked her to the house party, to this sex club. Rosanna leaned on the ornate wooden rail of the mezzanine floor and gazed down on the small area where people danced. The music evoked sex. A low, pounding beat with an evocative melody threaded through invited the dancers to thrust their hips and lean close until they touched and finally ground against each other’s bodies.

Rosanna sighed wishing she’d taken Seth Callahan onto the dance floor and pressed her body up against his until she couldn’t take the tease anymore and went into the satin night air to fuck in the grass without caring that they’d just met. She went to the cloakroom and found her bolero jacket. From the pocket hidden in the side seam, she took out her credit card and the tiny plastic membership card for the club. It was embossed with a beautiful white magnolia flower on one side with just a simple phrase, “house party member, not even capitalized, and on the other, the telephone numbers of two cab companies were printed. She went to the phone on the wall of the cloakroom and called a taxi. Within ten minutes, she was in the back of a sleek, gray sedan being driven home.

©Elodie Parkes 2016 Evernight Publishing