#EroticRomance #GLBT #FirstChapters PASSION’S FIRE by #author Jenna Rose Ellis @ChainedHeartsPb #TRRezine #Ezine




“Fantastic read, I look forward to more books from Jenna. I really enjoyed Claire and Michael and Sam and James also. Heartwarming. ” ~ Crystal Sin, on Amazon

“Awesome! I like how understanding Michael is of Claire, how he soothes her and bolsters her courage and confidence regarding her sexuality. Great hero, and totally made the book for me. Would that all men are like him. I like his vulnerability toward the end, and Claire is so naughty to tease him…” ~ Ashia, on GoodReads




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Three’s a crowd. Four is passion incarnate.

Her cousin’s plan sounds just like what the doctor ordered: Spend time–much naked time–with a hunky man or three to forget her vile ex, who’d called her a cold fish or worse. Claire’s determined to prove him wrong.

And prove him she does–in an incredible foursome that stretched her boundaries and gave her more orgasms than her ex ever did.

When she finds herself falling for one of the guys, would one man be enough for her or would she need all three men to ignite passion’s fire?

Product Warnings: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language and sexual situations such as m/m pairing, four-way sex involving m/f/m/m pairing, and triple penetration.and triple penetration.

Chapter One

Claire shifted her feet impatiently as raucous men’s laughter drifted out from beneath the closed door. Oh God. Her pulse speeded up and she could hear her heartbeat loud in her ears. There was more than one of them in there.

She wished, oh she wished he would be here—

The door jerked open, and Claire found herself staring into the attractive face of the man she’d seen before at Frank’s wedding, a face that had set her heart beating with unaccustomed rhythm three weeks ago and which was having the same effect on her tonight.

It was him. He had come.

“Yes? You’re the woman Jenny texted us about? We thought you weren’t coming.” He came a step forward and looked at her closely. He snapped his fingers. “You’re Frank’s and Jenny’s cousin, right?”

“You know me?” She was horrified to hear her voice squeak. He knew her from Frank’s wedding? She couldn’t quite credit it. But if not from there, then from what occasion did he identify her? They certainly hadn’t met before, and she knew Jenny hadn’t revealed her identity in the text messages.

Perhaps she had left a little impression on him after all.

“But of course. Claire Gilliard. What red-blooded man wouldn’t remember Frank’s very sexy cousin?”

His voice was too smooth and too charming. That was probably how he enticed women into his bed. Unfortunately for him, its effect on her was the opposite, and she saw past his words to the logic behind.

“All right,” she said wryly. “Let’s cut the crap. I look enough like Frank and Jenny to be their sister, and you have probably heard enough about me from them to remember my name, seeing as I’m his only cousin. I’ll be honest and tell you I’ve seen you at the wedding.”

The understatement of the day. Having her fantasy man appear in front of her had already placed her at a disadvantage, and she wasn’t giving this man more bullets to throw at her.

“But you don’t remember my name.” He finished the thought she deliberately left hanging, because she would’ve been lying if she’d said it. This way, she needn’t confirm or disprove his assumption. His deep-set brown eyes twinkled. “Ouch. My ego’s hurt.”

“I daresay you’ll survive.”

“Michael Lane.”

I know.

She didn’t think he’d bow but he did. “I’ll introduce you to the other guys in a minute. Come in, Miss Gilliard. Allow me to get your bag.” He stooped, picked up her overnight carrier and gestured for her to precede him into the cottage.

She went in, conscious of his presence behind her. She took her time looking around the tiny living room, though the cottage hadn’t changed much since she was here a few months ago. She was buying time for herself, because she didn’t know what to do.

How did one start a one-night stand?

Jenny did say she hoped more than one man would answer the call so that Claire could have several men to choose from. Should she ask Michael to arrange the men to parade in their swim trunks and evening clothes, like those in the beauty pageants, so she could judge and make a decision from among them? On the other hand, why bother when the man she wanted was right there—

The cottage door slammed shut behind her.

She pasted a bright smile on her lips and turned. “Which bedroom should I use?”

He quirked an eyebrow and set down her bag. He walked the few steps toward her with such predatory grace that her heart thudded against her rib cage and her shoulder bag slid to the floor from her nerveless hand, the strap having slipped down her shoulder ages ago. His lazy gaze strayed from her head down to her toes and lingered at some prominent places that had her tingling, something she hadn’t experienced before. He stopped in front of her and stared at her with a faint smile, his hand coming up to caress her cheek. “Maybe you should share mine.”

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#EroticRomance #FirstChapters : DADDY MOREBUCKS by @NormandieA #TRRezine #Ezine

“I really enjoyed this story because it shows the true nature of a Daddy Dom/Sub relationship. It gives you a taste of age play without the extremes. Daddy Morebucks shows you what a Daddy Dom truly is; someone that can care for you endlessly but also punish you when you’ve broken the rules.” ~ 5 Stars from Felicity at Mad Gypsy in Wonderland

“Forget Fifty Shades, this book is what having a Bdsm relationship is what its all about. The dominance and submissiveness between James and Marley is extremely hot. The love between the two draws you in. I couldn’t put the book down.” ~ 5 stars from NailzbyKaz

“I thoroughly enjoyed this book! I absolutely adored Marley, her character had me laughing out loud at times and I just love that! This book has a well developed plot with great character depth, you can’t help but feel compassion for Marley’s difficulties or for James’ wariness based on prior relationships… I eagerly await book two!” ~ 5 stars from SH at Amazon


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From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.

After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.

Even before she accepts his offer, Marley knows that what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?

Chapter One

Sitting on the barstool, Marley crossed her fingers and legs for luck. She tried, but couldn’t quite get her toes to cross in high-heeled shoes. Dear God, please let this be the right place for a score.

In a flirtatious gesture, she tossed her jet-black hair over her shoulder and glanced around the swanky hotel bar for prospects. The sophisticated low lighting and the rich mahogany furnishings gave the place a cozy, yet elegant feel. Elaborate sconces dotted the walls. Exotic plants warmed the metallic, modern tables and the sleek bar at which she sat.

The other patrons were lost in conversation. No loners. No potential johns. Marley sighed deeply. With only enough money for one cocktail, she realized her time was limited. She couldn’t nurse the same drink all night.

“What the hell,” she thought and took a slug of her mojito.

She was about to ask the bartender if he knew where she could find some action when a nervous-looking gentleman carrying a briefcase walked into the lounge. He scanned the room like someone who had just realized he lost his wallet and was returning to the place where he hoped to God he’d find it.

Marley looked at him with interest. This guy had potential. The man glanced up, meeting her gaze. Relief washed over his face, and he stalked straight toward her.

“Um, may I help you?” Marley asked.

“Oh, I hope so. May I sit down?” He indicated the bar stool next to hers.

Upon further inspection he didn’t look like her usual clients—businessmen far from home—but you never knew and she was desperate not to have to spend the night in the shelter again tonight. “Suit yourself.” She shrugged.

He sat down heavily, mopping his brow with a napkin from a stack atop the bar. His head was shiny, bald as a cue ball, and he wore glasses with thick, black frames. Nerdy. Harmless.

Marley waited.

Finally, he stage-whispered, “Please don’t throw a drink on me or anything, but you wouldn’t happen to be a working girl, would you?”

The corners of her mouth turned up. She had the choice of being insulted or taking this question as a compliment. Marley chose to take it as a compliment. Nobody approached ugly, nasty girls in hotel bars and asked them such things. Did they?

She gave him her best come-hither look. “Who wants to know?” she asked in a sultry voice.

“I do. I mean, not for me. See, I was supposed to arrange a date for my boss, and she didn’t show up. Oh my God, he’s going to kill me.” He jiggled his leg as he talked. The man was a bundle of nerves.

“Wait, what?” A boss. He had a boss. Now she was getting somewhere. Placing her hand on his shaking leg, she turned the charm up to max volume, purring, “Why don’t you tell me all about it… and maybe you should have a drink.”

He took a deep breath and ordered a scotch on the rocks.

“Okay, my employer.” He cleared his throat and took a long draw on his drink before continuing. “He has certain tastes and my job, well, one of my jobs, is to occasionally procure a woman for him who can meet his needs.”

“Interesting. And what needs might those be?” Marley had no doubt she could meet the man’s needs, whatever they were. For a warm bed for the night and some cash, she would do just about anything. Had done just about anything.

When people get desperate enough, they’ll surprise even themselves as to what they would do. She could attest to that.

“Do you know what a dom is?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Well, that’s what he is. Doesn’t usually like to play with the same girl twice. You’ll have to sign a non-disclosure agreement, a contract, the works. But he pays well.”

Never the same girl twice. That sucks. So much for finding Daddy Warbucks.

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#EroticRomance #FirstChapters : ROLL AGAINST TRUST by @AllysonLindt @HartwoodBooks #TRRezine #Ezine



“An absolutely smexy story of discovering love right under your noses – and the smokin’ hot scenes between the three are to tri-die for!” ~ Snarky Mom Reads

“Ms. Lindt is becoming my go-to author when I want realistic, emotional stories about ‘geeks’…. Ms. Lindt writes emotional stories about characters that you care about.  Geeks or not.  She is not to be missed.” ~ Harlie’s Books

“I have been waiting eagerly for [Roll Against Trust] to finally hit the shelves, so that everyone has a chance to lust over it.” ~ Sofia Grey



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Tasha’s not looking for love, but she doesn’t mind just looking… and maybe a little fantasizing. Her two best friends and weekend AD& D buddies, Seth and Ryan, are the perfect guest stars in her fantasies. When a late night gaming session with the three goes from silly to verbally scorching in an instant, Tasha wonders if her imagination is enough to keep her satisfied long term.

Then her ex’s money mismanagement catches up to her in the form of draining her bank account, her job is threatened by a mistake that points to Ryan, and Seth takes his side. If Tasha can’t move past her trust issues long enough to uncover the truth—both with herself and the men she’s falling for—she’ll wind up broken-hearted and just plain broke.

Chapter One

“I’m not sharing a cramped inn room with two orcs, a halfling thief who keeps stealing my panties, and a sweaty paladin. He hasn’t taken off that armor in a freaking month.”

Ryan draped himself across the couch to lay his head in my lap. Brown eyes so dark they were almost black crinkled at the corners when he laughed up at me. “C’mon, Tash, join me in the bath. We’d save water at the same time, and that kind of conservationism should do something for your druid sensibilities, right?”

“My character’s name is Ardra,” I corrected him out of habit, not irritation. It had only taken me a couple of weeks of campaigning with him to realize he was just going to use my real name, regardless of whom I was role-playing as. I made a half-hearted attempt to push him upright. “And aren’t you supposed to be celibate?”

“Absolutely not. As of now, I serve a god of orgies and wine. Dionysus, maybe?”

Seth looked up from behind his dungeon master screen, eyebrows raised. “He’s not in our pantheon.” His mouth twisted in thought. “Then again, sure, why the hell not? Roll against your charisma.”

I laughed in disbelief. “I’m not taking a bath with him, water conservation or not.” Even as the protest passed my lips, my imagination crept in to taunt me. My druid character might prefer the plague over rubbing skin with his paladin, but I wouldn’t mind watching Ryan strip down. Or Seth, for that matter.

They were as different in personality as appearance. Ryan was one of the few guys I’d ever met taller than my five-eleven, and he was as thin as a blade. His short hair was the same shade as his almost-black eyes, and his deep voice always sent shivers down my spine.

Seth, on the other hand, was only an inch or so shorter than me. He kept his blond hair in a ponytail, his broad shoulders reflected how dedicated he was to his gym time, and his attention to detail was why we always let him run our Advanced Dungeons & Dragons campaigns.

The two of them lived together—Seth rented a room from Ryan. All three of us had become quick friends when I’d started working for the same company as them about two years earlier. I’d gotten over my crushes on both early in our friendship.

A decision made easier by the fact I’d married and divorced in my early twenties, and learned from the experience not to trust myself or my partner in a long-term relationship. I was that bad at reading myself and the people around me. But that didn’t mean I had a problem with looking. Or, on occasion, letting fantasy run rampant through my thoughts when I was alone and wanted more than just batteries to help the vibrator do its job.

Dice clattered against the table, and Seth let out a sharp, “Ha!” He looked at Ryan. “You’ve failed to seduce the fair maiden.”

“Not even possible.” Ryan sat up, frowning at the dice. “I want a re-roll.”

“Nope.” Seth shook his head. “No mulligans. Pick up a bar wench, or you’ll have to hit the sack alone tonight.”

If I squinted, I could make out the red letters on the microwave in the kitchen. Almost two a.m. This had become a ritual for the three of us at our weekly role-playing sessions. Even after everyone else threw in the towel and headed home, we’d stay up long into Saturday morning, waiting to see who would fold first and either fall asleep or call it quits. Tonight we’d been sillier than usual, so we’d be here a while longer. I was fine with that. I was enjoying the evening too much to be the person who tapped out.

“I’m not tired,” Ryan announced. “So, after my bath, I’m going for a walk in the woods.”

Seth looked up at me, pale eyes hauntingly captivating in the dimly lit living room. “Are you going with him, my lady?”

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