Date Published: 10/6/21
Known as the MC’s man-whore Loco wears the title proudly. He’s living the life, and has all the pussy he wants until a poolside goddess with copper hair and curves for days catches his eye. Their attraction is instant and off the charts and one night in Millie’s bed shows him that sex with the right woman could cure him of his roaming ways. Will he be able to change for her?
Holy shit! As soon as my eyes lit on the stunning redhead, I fucking wanted her. And when she cast those mesmerizing green eyes on me, I knew the attraction went both ways. She tried to hide it, but the color flushing her pretty round cheeks, and the way she parted those full, kissable lips as if she were surprised by her reaction to me, revealed the truth.
And being the man-whore that I was, my dick stood up and took notice.
I was suddenly glad that I’d accompanied Frenchie to see his new woman, Lissa. I’d barely taken the time to admire her obvious attributes, nor the tiny blonde sitting next to her. I couldn’t drag my fucking gaze off the curvy siren with them. She had tits that made my palms itch with the need to get a hold of them. My other hand clenched with the thought of grasping her by all that wild hair and then taking her mouth in a kiss that would stake my claim.
Claim? Fuck no!
I couldn’t believe the shit that was going through my head. I was the club man-whore, and I had a reputation to uphold. Club bitches were already complaining that my brothers were deserting them for permanent pussy, and I’d sworn it wasn’t going to happen to me. Nope. No way was I giving up free and easy pussy with no strings attached for any single woman. No matter how fucking enticing she was.
“Heard you were going to be spending some time at the pool,” I heard Frenchie say in his thick accent.
All at once I had three beautiful women looking at me. “Got a swim invite,” I added. A laugh burst out of the red-headed goddess before she could stifle it behind her hand.
I stared down at her, willing my dick to behave even though I knew that it was too late. My eyes kept going back to the huge, beautiful tits spilling out of her top. “Got something to say, darlin’?”
I could tell that she was slightly embarrassed and shy. “I’m sorry, it’s just that you don’t look like you’re prepared to go swimming. I mean . . . ” Her voice trailed off as she gestured towards the clothes I was wearing with an up-and-down motion of her hand.
I looked her over with growing trepidation. Christ. It wasn’t new for me to want a woman as soon as I met her, but I couldn’t remember wanting to fuck one as badly as I wanted to fuck her. She was wearing shorts, and I wondered what she had on underneath them. A sexy thong tucked between the juicy cheeks of her ass, or something that left it to the imagination?
The silence reminded me that she was waiting for a response. “Darlin’, I’m always prepared.” I kept my eyes on her as I slowly peeled off my clothes until I got down to my boxer briefs. “Just be glad I’m wearing underwear today; I usually go commando.”
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Tory Richards is an Amazon bestselling author in erotic romance and romantic suspense categories. Born in Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida where she went to school, married, and raised her daughter. She’s retired from Disney and spends her time with family and friends, traveling, and writing.
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Author: Abby Rice
Genre: Historical Romance
The last thing Hetty Pritchard ever wanted was a husband. Until a joke-gone-wrong lands her aboard an unfamiliar schooner headed for Jamaica — with the Captain himself snoring in the bunk beside her.
Now a ruined woman, Hetty has no choice but to accept the grouchy mariner’s reluctant solution: a temporary fake “marriage.” Purely for show, of course.
And if navigating a ship-full of men, pulling off a fake relationship with a total stranger, and making her way back home weren’t troubles enough? Add in troubling wisps of ‘second sight.’ And an unexpected simmering attraction to her new, fake husband.
A stand-alone sweet historical with touches of the paranormal, and a heart-tugging HEA ending.
Beneath me was something I presumed must be a bed. And certainly no featherbed. More like a solid wooden plank wrapped in a thin blanket or two, by the feel of it. My hip issued its own silent howl of protest as I flopped flat on my back again.
My fingers twisted the fabric covering the lower half of my body. A woolen blanket, I guessed by its texture. But a rough and unfamiliar one.
And there was something else peculiar about this already-strange place: the bed itself was moving. An undulating, side-to-side motion, like the steady rocking of a cradle, but with an extra flip thrown in at the end of each pendulum-swing.
Where was I? That thunderclap of pain behind my eyes had receded to a dull ache, but now a tingle of alarm began to well up in my belly. I kicked off the thin covers and pushed my feet toward the edge of the bed. I’d simply take it slower getting up, this time.
Just as I began to push up onto my left elbow again a weight settled across my chest. A warm, heavy, weight. An arm pressed me gently but firmly back against the pillow.
“If your head hurts half as much as mine, you may want to try to sleep a wee bit longer.” The voice was deep and growly. And most definitely male.
Adventure really ought to be my middle name. I’ve ridden cross-country on a motorcycle; crewed on a real-life square-rigged ship; built and rehabbed houses/apartments; and helped seek justice for crime victims as a District Attorney.
Nonfiction is where I cut my writing teeth, in over 200 magazine stories. (As you probably guessed, natural health was one of my fave topics!) That led me into books. Take a peek at those and my rollicking history blog on www.Clairitage.com.
These days when I’m not dreaming up new stories about heroines, health, or history, I’m lending a hand to my garden-crazy husband, or scanning 1860s newspapers for bits of forgotten gossip.
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Bullying, Self-Esteem, Self-Worth, Self-Image, Teen, Pre-Teen, Adolescence, Parenting, Counseling, Middle School
Publisher: Shake the Moon Books
A Mom’s Choice Award Winner & Moonbeam Children’s Book Award Winner!
Written by veteran Video Game Producer and bullying survivor Scott Langteau, “Bullied” is a modern-day-inspired anti-bullying picture book that casts light on a route to self-acceptance and empowerment. Bullied follows the day-to-day struggles of 7 young targets of aggression along with their tormentors from adolescence to adulthood. Through the journey of this book, the reader discovers that accepting and staying true to oneself and examining one’s behavior and its motivations serve as powerful and empowering messages for both the bullied, and bully alike. For ages 8-12.
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