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Passion Rising (Original Sin Series #4): Sexy Sneak Peek Excerpt & $25 Give Away Below…and It’s Burning Hot!

Passion Rising
JA Huss & Johnathan McClain
(Original Sin #3)
Publication date: May 8th 2018
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Old demons are back.

Maddie’s dealing with the fallout of her choices. Safety and happiness are relative, elusive things she’s desperate to have. But they will forever remain out of reach until the demons of her past are laid to rest.

Tyler’s mistakes resurface to haunt him and he’s just beginning to understand that money can’t fix a broken relationship. He must open his heart and search for answers he’d rather not find.

She wants peace in a world made of chaos.

He wants to rid himself of a lifetime of guilt.

They’re soul mates, but that’s no guarantee.

They’ll need to rely on each other to find their happily ever after.

Because the fight never ends—it just gets easier with someone at your side.

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EXCERPT:

MADDIE

It strikes me suddenly that I’m not the only one who will notice how fucking good Tyler looks now that he’s all clean-shaven and you can really see that ridiculously fortunate bone structure he has. And I’m a little embarrassed about the fact that I just got all possessive and shit. I’m about to say something to that effect, either make a joke or play it off, but before I can, Tyler grabs me around the waist, pulls me to him and whispers, “That was so fucking hot,” just as the doors to another elevator pop open.

He walks me backwards into the car and frantically pushes the “door close” button before anyone else can step in. He’s got me pressed against the mirrored glass and his hands are between my denim-covered thighs, cupping my pussy. He kisses my neck and the feel of his lips, without any rough hair to brush and scratch against mine, feels so good that I can barely stand it. I didn’t realize his kiss was so soft. The skin of his mouth feels new. Like, I was just starting to get accustomed to the way his kisses felt, and suddenly it’s a whole new experience. New, but familiar. The same way it was when I met him.

It’s how this whole moment feels. Back in the Mandarin where we were on Halloween when we found out who we are. A concept which, I realize in this moment, might be true in more ways than one. It’s been barely two months since we turned each other’s lives upside down. Except that’s not quite fair. Or accurate. Our lives were already upside down. We’ve turned them back right side up. Yeah, we disrupted each other’s worlds, but we did so in the most magnificent way. And it’s starting to feel like that disruption is going to result in a life that actually feels… settled.

I realize that life with Tyler Morgan will never be boring. That much seems incredibly evident. But life is unpredictable no matter what we do to try to put rules in place to keep it from feeling that way. At least with Tyler the unpredictability doesn’t seem scary. With him, as much as is possible, the unpredictability feels safe.

TYLER

Just like the beard was keeping me at a distance from the people I would see walking down the street, it was keeping me at a distance from her when we were alone together. It was an unrealized blockade impeding my ability to be as close to her as I want to be. There is no such impediment now, and I am engulfing myself inside her.

The feel of my cheeks nuzzled in between hers makes this moment seem so…sweet. It’s nice. I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s just kind of…pure. That’s how I feel. That’s what I think.

I also feel like one good rimming deserves another.

So, moving my head in tiny circles around her ass, just like she did to me a couple of days ago, I get off on the whining noises she makes, and I work two fingers inside her pussy to help everybody along. With my other hand I begin fisting my cock. I’m trying to go slowly so that I don’t fucking come right here all over the Mandarin’s nice carpet. I already burned down one of their condos, I don’t want to fuck up one of their suites too. New-look Tyler is considerate like that. But as slowly as I’m trying to go, she’s making it tough because of the way she’s rotating her ass and hips around.

And suddenly, I don’t want to be behind her. I mean, I love the view from here and I love the way she tastes, but I want to see her. I want to look at her face and have her look at mine. Yeah. I want her to look at me. I want her to see me.

So I pull away, flop down on my back on the bed beside her, and summon to her with my index finger to come over. She does, smiling as she mounts me. She takes my two fingers that were just inside her and puts them in her mouth. And I remember the first time I saw her do that. I told her, “You’re going to fucking kill me.” But she didn’t. She didn’t. It was exactly the opposite. She fucking saved me. And so now, with her astride me, I sit up, take her face in my hands, look her square in the eyes, and tell her, “I fucking love you.”

She closes her own eyes with a shy smile and whispers, “I fucking love you.”

 

Author Bio:

Two accomplished writers come together to create unforgettable sexy romance. JA Huss is the New York Times bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today bestsellers list eighteen times. Johnathan McClain is a veteran actor and writer whose work, either performed or written, is probably airing on at least one of the channels on your television right now. You can contact them on their website http://www.hussmcclain.com or find them at their social links below.

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Her Claim by Rebecca Grace Allen Review & Give Away (Blog Tour Stop)

Her Claim
Rebecca Grace Allen
(Legally Bound, #2)
Publication date: April 23rd 2018
Genres: Erotica, Romance

She’s no princess. He’s no prince. Then again, they never wanted a fairy tale.

Legally Bound, Book 2

Cassie Allbright takes no prisoners. A half Cuban ball-busting attorney, she’s too tough to admit what she wants in bed. But tough is the only way to cut it in her high-powered firm, and Cassie doesn’t need a knight in shining armor. And she definitely doesn’t need Patrick Dunham—an arrogant, chauvinistic man-whore with a knack for pissing her off.

Bound to the helm of his family’s publishing house, Patrick is shackled to a life of power and wealth he never wanted. Seduction is his only distraction—his nights of pleasure always temporary, because happily-ever-afters are not for him. But while luring a woman into his bed has always come easy, the high-and-mighty Cassie has never succumbed to his charms.

Their verbal sparring turns to foreplay, but instead of scratching an itch, it only whets their appetites. Patrick gives Cassie a taste of what she’s secretly craved, and Cassie’s dark desires stir up things Patrick never knew he wanted. Enchanted, he offers to fulfill her most dangerous fantasies. She agrees, with an iron-clad escape clause: her heart is off-limits, and so is his.

Funny thing about hearts, though. They have a way of ignoring the fine print.

Warning: This book isn’t for the faint of heart. Disclosure includes angry, vying-for-control hate sex and one steamy weekend in Miami. Ready? Break the caution tape and proceed.

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Author Bio:

Rebecca Grace allen holds a Bachelor of Arts in English with a double concentration in Creative Writing and Literary Comparison as well as of Master of Science degree in Elementary Education, both of which seemed like good ideas at the time. After stumbling through careers in entertainment, publishing, law and teaching, she’s returned to her first love: writing. A self-admitted caffeine addict & gym rat, she currently lives in upstate New York with her husband, two parakeets, and a cat with a very unusual foot fetish.

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Our Review:

“Her Claim” is a rock-solid, sizzling hot love story about two people who think they know just what they want in love and life. Their lives get turned upside down as they battle each other through sexual angst into a simmering, unconventional relationship. Of course, there’s nothing more enjoyable than watching as this happens, as it all goes south.

Cassie is much more than the average female character at first glance-the Latina Lawyer who is simply pushing aside her own mother’s traditional roots. She’s so much more, a woman dealing with bi-cultural identities, struggling with her age and expectations, gender roles… We are allowed into her deepest thoughts and feelings as she experiences new types of relationships with Patrick. The author treats us well, as we dive with the couple into a darker, more taboo side of sexual dominance. What Cassie wants from Patrick gives him a thrill that he didn’t necessarily realize he wanted or ever needed to deliver.  As the book progresses, you can’t help getting swept into the all the deep feels of this book. This is the book that does for BDSM what other popular titles only started to do.  “Her Claim” presents the sexual play and relationships in a very real way. Ways that we may have thought about ourselves as readers. This may be why this book appeals to so many and why the genre has caught on. These are real feelings that couples have, only Rebecca Allen Grace has been bold enough to put it into writing, encouraging us not to dismiss what we may want to consider…someday.

“Her Claim” and the stories that Rebecca Grace Allen writes, present to the reader, a possibility of a world where it’s possible to express your deepest desires. In “Her Claim”, both Cassie and Patrick are finding there may be one person who you can not only trust your fantasies with, build upon them with and that one person to be there with you to live the bright and fun memories worth sharing.

This story takes us to Southern Florida where we can taste, hear, smell and feel the culture of an eccentric Cuban family. It’s part dreamy, part home girl goes home, part family wedding. I loved this part of the book! I felt every bit of the family welcoming and the surprises that came along with the visit. This is where Allen’s writing is exemplary. She brings in a rich past belonging to Patrick (and all her characters) that isn’t just a part of a simple story structure. She has built the characters that support each new experience they encounter so that we are subtly surprised throughout the book. We are given plenty of rich and exiting ah aha moments, connecting the new pieces to ones we didn’t know we were missing the ends of.

It’s incredibly refreshing to come across a book in the romance/erotic genre that doesn’t follow the ¾ rule (That phenomenon in this genre where good writers follow a pattern where the problem or surprise revelation happens right when everything is going hot and heavy…but cleaned up, wrapped up in a pretty little HEA bow).

In “Her Claim”, we do get the HEA…but the ride there is what it’s all about. Trust me when I say, this isn’t just another romance novel. This is a story written by a formally trained writer. There are no messy moments, no missing timelines, no underdeveloped characters here. This is good, sexy and damned erotic writing. It will have you invested from the beginning to end. I look forward to reading the next story in the series. Which by the way, has already been established thoughtfully throughout the book Nothing slips by this writer, you would be remiss to pass by her book.

While it is part of a duo (soon to be a trilogy), “Her Claim” can be read as a standalone and thoroughly enjoyed.

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Making Love, Intimacy and Sex Accessible: Tips Tried and True

You know what you can’t find anywhere? Intimacy advice for people with physical disabilities and their partners.

I am not looking for anything crazy here! I just need a little help from someone out there. I have a husband with physical weakness from Myotonic Dystrophy. He’s still walking. He can still “get it up” for lack of better word. He’s still a “fully functioning” man. I don’t want to paint an inaccurate picture of our story, that won’t help anyone out there. The challenges we face are actually pretty common with a little extra care or advice needed. I’ve looked everywhere, asked the experts, researched YouTube, the internet, read and watched some weird shit, even reached out to our OT and Physical Therapists during our clinic times. The fact is that some of our issues are similar to the general public ie:  The “non-affected” as we call those of us without this disease. It’s occurred to me that researching and sharing my findings of what can improve the intimate life of couples living with physical disabilities will help other people as well. Overweight, back problems, pain management patients and others who need a helping hand (no pun intended). I have a couple tips that could change the game for any couple and there’s no way I’m keeping the secrets to myself.

Like any couple married almost 25 years, we are both changing, but he is obviously slipping downhill at an accelerated rate quickly. He can walk, talk, lift, do things around the house, but there are some general deficiencies that are fairly typical with this disease. Extreme exhaustion. Patients with Myotonic Dystrophy can sleep anywhere, anytime. They also can suffer from insomnia causing late nights of computer time, thereby causing them to sleep the next day, all day. It really does kind of suck. Being on different schedules has been a problem that has been known to mess up our sex life, it can screw up any couples sex life. So can obsessive gaming or computer time and what goes on during that computer time when I am asleep…especially if you would like him to save that “energy” for you. Weather your partner is less mobile than mine, you are the disabled one, you are in a chair full time at this point, I think you will find some of my tips beneficial.  I’ll post a series of tips. Make it a little easier and subscribe below to receive each tip.

Give a tip a try and comment to let me know what you find out yourself. Share your situation and what specifically worked or didn’t work for you. Maybe you can help the next couple!

Most of all, enjoy! Let’s start a trend of filling in the missing gap of information. Everyone needs a little nookie, let’s make it sex accessible shall we?

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Time The Touch

20/20/20

Easiest Tip Ever and totally Free. According to this adorable Sex Therapist who held an intimacy class for ladies at a local medical center, Timing is Everything.

She challenged us to go home and try our new goal of 20/20/20.

The first 20 stands for Twenty Minutes of Non-Genital Touch. At least 20 minutes of the time leading up to penetration (aka foreplay) should be spent touching each-others bodies. Now this was mentioned from the perspective of men touching women, but think about it ladies, what does your man like? Men, feel free to comment. Keep it clean lol :). A squeeze on the bicep? A finger along the line of your pants men? Or panties ladies? Personally, we have found I am a sucker for a feather light stroke down the outside of the arm. Seriously? My arm! You can pull that off in the line at the grocery store! Walk up behind me and lightly brush my arm a couple times? It’s on. It takes my husband close to zero calories to pull off that little stunt and he has me ready to jump into the car and…well you get the idea. Carry on for another few minutes in the car, make it through putting groceries away and Tip #2 (keep your eyes out for that one). By the time we make it to the second Twenty, I am jelly in his hands. Are you more physically challenged?  How thrilling will it be to get a subtle touch down the side of your body, along the underside of the breast? Are you in a chair? Tell me you wouldn’t love that touch. In fact, I’m guessing there are other areas of your body that you would love a drag of a finger or two with a whisper in the ear. This first Twenty is EVERYTHING while being hardly anything at all.

Alright ladies and gents, we are crossing to the other side and not looking back now. This is nature and I’m just gonna get to it. The Second Twenty. It’s all about the Genitals. NOT about you getting INTO them…this is when the magic happens. Not to say the ladies won’t need a little extra lubrication. Take no offense. This could be from anything. Meds we are on, the air quality in the room, the soap we use. Be prepared! Invest in some great lube. If you are not using latex condoms, why not splurge and go for some silicone based product? I’m not a doctor, therapist or sales person for an adult brand. However I do know that some products do work and DON’T work with other products. Don’t be a dumb ass. Don’t get pregnant because you used the wrong lube. Especially if you have an austosomal dominant genetic disability. This is the type that you spread by getting pregnant. Period. One pregnancy is a 50% flip of the coin that the baby will have the same disease.  That’s just a no brainier. That being said, these twenty minutes are when lube can be your friend. For boys and girls. NOT for PENETRATION! WE AREN’T THERE YET! Play. Glide. Be soft. Be indirect. Ladies. Give DIRECTION. Men, show your partners what feels good. Just WAIT for the TWENTY minutes to expire. If you are counting down the minutes, unplug the clock and turn off the phone. Turn off your brain and watch what happens :). I think you will agree we don’t need a fully functional penis to be satisfied.  Am I right?

Finally, you’ve made it to the last of the Twenty minutes. Honestly, your partner, if a man,  may need a helping hand, you will most likely be well taken care of by now anyhow. Go ahead and repay the favor. Go with the flow. This is the time when all bets are off. You will most likely need some of my tips for these twenty minutes (more or less).

I’ve got lot’s of great advice collected and data to share. Make sure you subscribe below and subscribe to receive the next tip(s) as soon as they come out.  Don’t forget to share what your experiences were (within reason-keep it somewhat classy lol). Let us all know if they worked out. Make sure you mention any questions or challenges you may have and I will do my best to reach out for help!

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Crushing at Twenty

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My husband and I were married at 20. I had returned from a semester abroad, knew there wasn’t anyone else or anywhere to go but up, and I was ready to transfer to my four year university. College life is cheaper when married.  Take married student housing for one, and student loans for those of us who’s parents were the working yet credit poor and couldn’t absorb our loans. It also just so happened that Steve Martin’s “Father of the Bride” was one of my favorite movies at the time. and I really wanted one white wedding dress and the cheaper chicken (please do yourself a favor and watch the movie…it’s amazeballs.)

My first friend made the jump into an early marriage and that was it. My boyfriend would either live with endless innocent manipulation or just agree. What else was he going to do? #NextBestOption Four months later we were married and in our 600 square foot apartment. It was everything I thought I always wanted, minus the financial planning. We were 20! I had no idea how to pay the bills for goodness sake, it’s really laughable looking back.

We did our best settling into married life and I found myself working as fast as I could to get through my two years. During the summer I began working on the cleaning crew for the summer dorm conference system. It was during this time, surrounded by others my age, unmarried,  it hit me, this was it. I was never going to sleep with another man. If my husband didn’t want me that day or night, I wasn’t going to be having any sex. Of all things right? Why did this matter?

Juan was from some Salvadorian country and he was on my cleaning team. We all worked our asses off, cleaning dorms in the morning so that the five of us could hang out and hide the rest of the day in a random air conditioned dorm while we were supposed to be working. Juan had worked incredibly hard to loose over 100 pounds. He ate well, worked out and was humble about it. He wanted to help others get to that same place and encouraged us to try different exercises that worked well for him. He would show us how to crunch our abs, while lifting that shirt of his explaining what we were targeting and as we cinched those abs, he would place those large hands on our core to make sure they were engaged. Oh yeah. They were engaged. No doubt about that. This was like my free zone. Safe from the real world, guilt or concern for my marriage. Instead, it lead to concern for my own needs. What the fuck? I finally have another man who is showing interest in me with touches to my core, smiles thrown to me while walking behind the crowd of us, holding the door open and keeping his arm elevated so that it would happen to drop down onto my shoulder and lazily skim its way down my back. And I was married. I couldn’t act on it. Physically. Let’s not even try to pretend I didn’t go there in  my head and play out the whole scene.

One night, when my husband was working late, we all converged at my house after a happy hour and sat around. Somehow that conversation turned into my headache and Juan suggested I sit on the floor in front of my floral couch and massage my neck and upper back. Totally innocent  for five seconds. The connection was instant and his breathing changed into some sort of thick exchange of air that I wanted to inhale while his head dipped lower towards the area of my neck he was working on.  All our friends were right there, but it didn’t matter.  It took less than 90 seconds for me to relax back into the massage for Juan to realize it was time to stop. I am not sure that I would have stopped if he didn’t. If everyone else had left and we had been left alone, I am more than sure that marriage vows wouldn’t have anything on spicing up this sexually unfulfilled life.

One man. For life. That’s what I signed on for. It was discouraging to think that what I had was what I was going to get. For the rest of my life. I was a crush girl. I saw sex in many men I passed…what the hell was I thinking by getting married to one man at twenty? Ironically, this man I married was the most faithful and loving man that existed. My selfish desires were my fault. I am so grateful someone had common sense that summer. I could have never made it to here and now.

It has been over 20 years. I am happy to report that over these past years of marriage, sex and our love life has changed in amazing ways.  The cliche is true. Things do get better with time. Our kids are past that stage of needing us for everything. We have privacy now. The world around us has begun to change. Sexual exploration has changed in the liberal household with the publishing of anthologies such as the famed Christian/Anna ones.  Sex has become less taboo to talk about at work, with the girls, in conversations with friends.  It’s no longer about  that classic repetitive story line free porn, this is a new type of erotic, a visual or audio Viagra for women of all ages. Suddenly, making this connection between being tied up and the anticipation of having your mate have (safe and consensual) control of your body sparked something different in our bedroom too. Did we jump to butt plugs and spanking? Nope. Not quite, but taking the free time I had during any down time to invest in reading hot romance/erotica about sexy relationships kept those juices flowing (thank you Audible).

We are older, our bodies are literally deteriorating, and life can be really hard. Yet, something happens as you get through more and more years of marriage. You start to shed layers of inhibition. You realize that this is your partner, the one you get to make the most of this life with.  They may see some value in your version of porn. You read your romance, they get laid. Things really do get better. Not necessarily because your body gets better with age, or because you get so close. We are on the same team…”Team Multiple Orgasm”.  I have learned to shed my inhibitions as I expand my reading to more provocative books. Do I do every little thing I read in the unrealistic scenes? Can my husband lift me in the shower…you know what? I’ll let you imagine he can. What I can do is show him how I like him to come behind me and wrap his arms around my waist, rub his fingers along the length of my waist, kiss my neck and turn me into a puddle at the kitchen sink as I finish the dishes.

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Writing has always been my favorite subject to teach. I love teaching kids all about authors through the stories they write. We study the authors, look at techniques they use to begin to write (often the hardest part) and we work on practicing writing. They pick up their pencil and write for x amount of time. Every day as an endurance challenge.  Once the kids lock into the writing time, they really do love it. I have seen dozens of packed notebooks full of stories to prove it. The idea is to write and never stop. Don’t. Lift. That. Pencil. When the buzzer rings, a mass gush of breath expels and the kids go around the room sharing their writing.

It doesn’t have to be good. It doesn’t have to make sense. It just has to be writing that has “thrown up from their head through their pencil lead onto the paper”. We call it zombie writing. That’s really what it feels like. A total trans. It may start with 45 seconds, maybe 4 minutes after a while. Eventually, my students can zombie write about the subjects that they have been writing about, or that interest them, for a good 45 minutes. Without interruptions.

That being said, I’ve been off work, not teaching for almost five months now for a ridiculous injury. Let’s say it was a clusterf@*k of bad luck and ridiculous decision making by everybody but me. It wasn’t just the kid that innocently decided to stick his leg out and have a little stretch while I walked forward to retrieve some papers from the carpet seats, thrusting me forward. It may have been the custodian or adult who put that damned rusted out chair up on the desk each day not noticing that the leg was clearly broken apart just waiting for that one idiot to sit on it…in a staff meeting.  What a freaking nightmare! Right in the middle of some serious conversation, I blurt out “Oh my GOD I’m MELTING! Something’s happening! Why am I sinking to the ground?”.

These five months could partly be due to the surgeon who couldn’t get over his ego to admit he forgot to contact my other doctors to verify post op pain management just before wheeling me back into surgery, postponing it three more weeks. Whatever the reason, I can’t work. So, turning a bright eye to the situation, I finally had the time to  become that writer I had always planned on becoming.

Let me clarify, it’s NOT that easy. It’s freaking painful to start writing! I know that if anyone can do it, I can do it.  I have to! I even got the “MOM’s ONLY!” laptop to do the job. So the job must be done. But I’ve gotta tell you, the questions and self doubt you start attacking yourself with when you fist sit down to write are incredulous…

“Who’s going to tell my story?”

“What’s going to happen to my Christian Values if I write the good stuff I really want to write?”

“How am I going to find my audience?”

“It’s way more fun to read about this stuff. ”

“OMG the freaking words you have to write to get a little info across to the reader! This is going to take forever.”

“I’m going to hell.”

After two painful hours I finished two chapters, each in a different point of view since I couldn’t decide and only 1500 words.

Lesson learned.

I should have followed that small print in the teacher manual that insisted that we teachers sit and write during the student’s writing time.  If I had, I am quite sure I wouldn’t be in this position of eye yoga as I glare at my monitor.  What a gift it would have been to have given to myself that time to build writing stamina! You can’t get in trouble if the teacher’s book tells you to do it.

For any of you out there with kids. Allow me to  give you an “I would if I could…” If you don’t have kids, good for you! Enjoy and take this time to build your own writing endurance.

Sit down with your kids or spouse, friend, your cat or by yourself.

Set a timer for one minute or so.

Write without stopping.

When the buzzer goes off, share.

Parents:  NEVER CORRECT their organic writing at this creative stage. EVER. That’s how you get a kid to shut down and hate to write. Put away that red pen.

Just watch what happens over time. This is free, can be done anywhere, and anytime.

Let me know in the comments below if you have experience with this or if you have tried it yourself. I’d love to hear if your kids develop an affinity towards writing.

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Krissy J.

Asphalt Cowboy’s Girl By Marie Savage: Blog Tour, Review, Song Playlist & Give Away

Title: Asphalt Cowboys Girl
Author: Marie Savage
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 15, 2018

 

On the highway, bad things can happen …

Aimee Jo Elliot isn’t having a good day. Her long anticipated journey to California is cut short when her car is stolen. Stranded at a truck stop in Alabama, with no car, no money, and most of all, no hope, she’s desperate to get back on the road. California holds the answer to her dreams and an escape from the danger she’s left behind in Georgia. Accepting a ride from the sexy truck driver has its own set of risks, but she never considered it would be to her heart.

The life of an asphalt cowboy …

Luke McIntyre has life all figured out. He owns his own rig, makes his own rules, and only answers to himself. The solitude of life on the road suits him just fine. Not one for permanent relationships, he has no problems picking up temporary lovers. And he always makes sure they know the score—hot sex, respect, but no strings. His quiet life is shot to hell, however, when he offers the Georgia beauty a ride. He soon discovers that rules are made to be broken.

In for the long haul …

Luke and Aimee Jo soon realize their simple four-day journey is anything but simple. An instant attraction sidetracks their well-made plans and dreams. When they reach California, decisions must be made. Will they go their separate ways, or journey on together? 

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What originally caught my eye when I came across Asphalt Cowboy’s Girl, was first the cover graphic. I’m a sucker for pictures that tell a story. Secondly and more importantly, was the information I read about the author, Marie Savage. She’s served our country in the Air Force, that’s an automatic check next to someone I would want to support.  As I continued reading about Marie, I read her note that spoke about how special this particular book was to her. Marie’s husband is a truck driver. Can you imagine the nights away from your husband that could lead to some seriously juicy romance writing?  I suppose that my training as a teacher, has always aimed my focus on the author and their purpose for writing when selecting what I will spend my time reading and now writing/blogging about. As an author, if you have a passion from personal experience, you have the gift of a special sense of what your audience wants to read. I found this to be the case in this quick and easy read, Asphalt Cowboy’s Girl.

The book is jumps right into a flow of fun and flirty dialogue and action that reads like a scene playing out in front of you. No big tricks, no major dramatic elements to get through, other than life. Which I guess is a paradox in itself. I felt a sense of relief reading a book that was a sweet romance with a sexy relationship building along the way.  Marie didn’t need millionaires, movie stars, CEO’s or any other intangible figures to advance her story. In fact, her characters were a truck driver and a girl on her way to Los Angeles. Truck stops, non-wash board abs, and a Tex Mex restaurant with a jilted one night stand were sexy! Sometimes it takes a well written kiss to make the simplest of stories sizzle.

If you are looking for a quick read for a long evening in, or just a change from the stereotypical romance genre that is overflowing with fantasy lifestyles of the rich and complicated for seven hours of your life, this is a fun read. You won’t believe what those Big Rigs are actually hiding…

 

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Marie Savage is a self-published author who has a love for family, friendships, patriotic spirit, and hometown pride.

Born and raised in the Florida Panhandle, she has always had a love for reading and writing, with the romance genre being her obvious favorite. Her desire to expand her horizons, led her to join the United States Air Force and proudly serve her country for six years.

While stationed in Atwater California, she met her true love and together they have shared life’s beautiful joys and tragic losses. After spending over half her life in the Central Valley of California, she has moved back home to the Wiregrass area, where her passion for writing first began.
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The Flying O: Creating Reality From Fiction

He rises from his knees slowly sliding his hands up, along the back of my legs and my satin skirt falls like a draped curtain,  falling down, covering the space where his head had just lingered. Lightly skimming the sensitive skin behind my knees, his fingers continue sliding  upwards, up my legs.  Grazing up to the curve where my legs meet the curve of my ass.  His eyes look up into mine following them as I try my hardest to avoid a direct stare…but fail miserably.

His mouth twitches with a slight smirk, and I melt in more than one place. With no warning, he stands as his hands grip the underside of my bottom, scooping and lifting my ass forward, up into his hands. I let out a little screech wrapping my legs around his torso, holding onto those damned forearms and  my stomach clenches as he raises my chest to his mouth and sucks the full peak of my breast like the top of a soft serve ice cream cone with a gentle, steady pressure and ending with a double taste and suck of my nipple.  At the same time I am surprised to feel the coolness as my wet pussy meets the bottom of his hard stomach where I don’t stay long,  I press into his body seeking pressure where I didn’t even know I needed it and  I oh so slickly,  slide back down against his abs and feel that path of hair against my own slick opening. Passing down and resting perfectly against his soft cotton boxer briefs that have taken the place of his dress pants he’s now stepping out of.  That bulge of cotton rubs just the right amount of friction against my sensitive wet clit. I  let out the slow breath I know I’m barely breathing. Then,  just like that, with a forward motion, he slides me down onto my back.  I am left untouched and greedily arching up to find contact only to discover  none of that friction I need.   I look up at him and he is staring down, at me.

Trying to hide the fact that I can hardly seem to catch a  breath, I just stare up at his neck, focusing on one spot in an attempt to calm my nerves or maybe my hormones… at this point, I’m not really sure what this is that I need to calm, but I have a  feeling  it really doesn’t matter. In a matter of seconds he takes my face in his hands, forces my face up to meet his and the  next thing I know he is loving me with the most consuming kisses. He is  loving my face, my neck, my mouth.  Suddenly, my body realizes what a good thing it has going and gives into the pace of it all. And it just happens, I finally let go and realize that this is exactly what I have been wanting all along, even if I have no idea what I am really in for.

There it is. That classic scene. That moment when the man picks her up with a swift grab to  her dainty little ass. not sure if there’s about to be some crazy oral sex in the sky scene, like a pair of ice dancers, or he just throws her onto a bed or couch, it’s a fantasy that many women (and men) will live a life without for the sake of their marriage or commitment to their partner who is physically unable to do so. Do I miss that this won’t happen to me in my lifetime with my husband? Duh!  Of  course! So what does a girl do? She thinks of all the other exciting ways to make sex a lot more adventurous!

YES! I want to be taken against a wall. Reality: it’s not happening.  Let me also make it clear here that many men can’t help us in this department because of our own body size issues. Lord knows if I lost a “few” pounds, there would be more options, but we aren’t here to shame anyone for their body. We are here to find ways to make sex hot despite our disability.  Let’s prove there are ways to get freaky when your body doesn’t move like a typical yoga instructor and you don’t weigh 110 lbs., with the ass the shape of an apple or heart or whatever shape and size it needs to be that he can actually reach around from the back to pull your hair and kiss you at the same time as, well, sticking it to you. I digress.

Let’s not forget our apple yoga butt sisters out there may very well be in similar situations with their partners being disabled or not able to carry out the big lift.  I’ve got you girl.  The purpose of my OVER sharing is ultimately to help anyone  who’s partner is  suffering with unbearable pain, has a disability and/or is getting weak just like mine.  Whatever your situation, stick around because I have a few really cool discoveries that really do change sex for the better.

Speaking of sex for the better… did you know that Erectile Dysfunction isn’t the only reason for men to get help with a stronger more “confident” boner??  If your guy has to work hard, if he gets tired, has pain issues, and sex isn’t what you want it to be, you can talk to your doctor! We did and we got these pills.  There are all sorts of ED pills. Your doctor will give you what you need, but the point is you MUST ASK!!! It is so very worth it. Do it over email if you are too embarrassed!  Everyone deserves a decent erection unless we are talking about more serious disabilities where you find another way to get pleasure (Please don’t give up).

We pay about $100 deductible with a Medicare Advantage Plan for 45 pills. He can take between 1-5 pills each time you “do it”). “We” take 2 pills per lucky night. I would like to state for the record that this is the one drug that I am happy to pay money for. That’s $4 a fuck. A long nice, hard, (didn’t really know it could get that hard to be honest) and I could swear it’s a little longer, penis that I get to myself. I love this penis. I loved the old one, but this new one is like something I didn’t know we could have! For $4?!?! YES PLEASE! Oh by the way, that whole, erection lasting longer than four hours B/S they suggest on the commercials? I’m still waiting for that little gift. It’s never happened and we are on our second bottle.

Side Note:  Don’t be silly…you know I am NOT a doctor and I have no experience (although I swear I can diagnose anyone I know at a 100% accuracy track record) so don’t go around your own doctors advice! My husband has a complicated neuromuscular disease and we had to clear it with cardiology, his general doctor and his neurologist just to get it prescribed. It was super cute to see each doctor’s enthusiasm for us though. Sex is natural people! They want you to be happy too! Make sure you speak to your significant other’s doctors and have him cleared…even a healthy guy!

Let’s get back to the “whole strong man lifts light lady,  making her whole world spin (literally and figuratively), having sex in the sky” conversation. I came across this amazing revelation last night trying to get a little more comfortable during a surprisingly pleasurable 2 tablet tryst. Let’s call it the Pillow High Sex in the Sky trick. No joke people…it is like you are being lifted you are floating while well, for the sake of rhyming,.. floating while fucking.

  1. Laying down on a bed place a pillow under the MIDDLE of the “Receiving Partner’s” back leaving the lumbar and butt area totally unsupported.
  2. The Penis Partner kneels and slides in at that unsupported area holding whatever feels best. If you like your legs held, tell him, your ass, tell him, for goodness sake, now’s not the time to be shy.
  3. Have sex.  I recommend someone pay attention to your clit as well since I know very few women who can orgasm from vaginal penetration. (We can talk about our favorite clitoris sucker thing another time, but holy hot dog on a stick…there are few other toys a woman needs.

Perhaps you’ve been doing this forever already. That’s awesome! Feel free to share or visit our Facebook site and leave me a personal message if you have any questions. Obviously we’ve covered a really weird combination of topics that started with the lift that would never happen. I hope you can find your own satisfaction, please just promise me that you won’t give up on having a great sex night because of your disability or because of your partner. I’ll make sure the next little scenario is for YOU! Because sex and love making can be hot for all of us!

You don’t need to be five feet in the air to be flying high.

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XO,

Krissy J.

Angels Fall Book Blitz & Giveaway

Angels Fall
J.A. Huss & Johnathan McClain
(Original Sin #2)
Publication date: March 27th 2018
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Sometimes angels fall.

Maddie doesn’t really owe drug lord, Carlos Castillo, money. So she hadn’t taken his threats seriously. Until now. He wants it, whether she owes it or not. And if she doesn’t have it in six weeks he’s gonna take her as payment instead.

Tyler would save the world if he could. That’s a fight that lasts forever. And if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s fighting. So if Maddie thinks she’s gonna deal with an insane drug lord on her own, she’s crazier than he is.

She’s got a debt she can’t pay. He’s got more money than he needs.
She’s not gonna fall for his charm. He’s gonna make sure that happens.

They’re destined to be together. Even if Maddie doesn’t know it yet.
Sometimes your soul mate isn’t who you’d choose, it’s who you need.

Good thing you don’t get to choose.

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MADDIE

“Who the fuck invited you?” I snarl at Tyler. “And how the hell did you even find out where I live?”

“I stopped by Pete’s. Met Pete. Sweet guy, by the way. I would’ve imagined a strip club owner as being kinda—”

“Pete told you where I live?” Jesus. Thanks, Pete. Fuck.

“No, no, not exactly.” Tyler’s standing way too close to me now. The girls are pretending not to be able to hear him, but it’s clear they’re eavesdropping. I hope they’re better at fucking guys for money than they are at spying.

Tyler leans in closer still, and I really, really wish he would not do that. Because I hate him and don’t want him anywhere near me. Or maybe because I can feel the heat of his body and he kinda smells delicious. Which just pisses me off more because I hate him.

He lowers his voice and continues explaining how he found me. “Don’t be mad at Pete. He didn’t want to tell me where you live. Seems like a really ethical guy.”

“Except he did tell you where I live.”

“Well, yeah, but it cost me five grand.” My eyes go wide. “I mean, he’s ethical for, y’know, a guy who runs a strip joint.”

Nope. This is not going down like this. “Get. Out.” I’m pointing at the door now.

“No!” Diane whines. “No, no, no. We’re just getting to know him, Maddie! Oh, my God. This guy. Where the hell have you been hiding him all these months?”

“Where have I been hiding him?” I see red as I go to him, hands out, and slam them into his chest. The force of my push makes him step back… half a step. Maybe. “I wasn’t hiding him anywhere, you traitors! This asshole ducked out on me years ago. And when I needed him, when I was begging him to—” I shake my head to clear my mind. “And then he shows back up and thinks everything’s gonna be fine just because we fucked a couple of times when I didn’t know it was him!”

There’s a beat before Annie says, “You fucked him?” with, like, way more excitement in her voice than she should.

“Not the point!” I shout as I slam my hands into his chest again.

But this time, he grabs my wrist and stops me, saying, “Can we please talk?”

I struggle in his grip, but he holds tight. I clench my teeth and spit, “Let go of me.”

He does. Immediately. Both hands up as if in surrender.

I decide to change my strategy. Because clearly Tyler Morgan is being Tyler Morgan. He attracts people to him like a siren song calling sailors to the rocks. He knows how to play up the act he perfected long ago. Seemingly genuine, charismatic, and fascinating as he leads the rest of us to our destruction.

So I pull the friend card out and whirl around to face Annie, Diane, and Caroline. Taking a deep breath, I say, “He’s not what you think,” in the calmest tone I can muster. My voice is shaky. My hands are trembling with anger. But I hold it together. “He ruined me,” I say. “He broke me into tiny pieces, dropped me to the ground, and walked all over me.”

Annie just stares at me, confused.

“What do you mean?” Diane asks.

“He left me, Diane. After Scotty died. He left me alone. He never came back. He never even showed up for his funeral. I begged him,” I say, starting to cry. “I begged him and he told me to stop. He just went on with his life like nothing happened. Like my brother didn’t just die the most horrific death possible. Like what we all meant to each other was meaningless. So I hope one of those stories he told you about our childhood included that little fact. And then…” I continue, drawing in a deep breath, willing the strength it takes to get this last part in so I can twist that knife in his chest the way he did mine. “And then he went off and made millions of dollars. Been living it up in a goddamned penthouse, no cares at all. No worries at all. While I’ve been back here…”

But I lose it there. I can’t say the words selling myself. Because I’ll die right now if I have to say that. I’ll die.

There’s a filled beat while everyone stares at Tyler, who never breaks eye contact with me. And I really wish he would. Because his eyes are sad and hurt-looking and no fucking way will I fall for that shit. No. Fucking. Way.

Caroline mutters, “He’s a millionaire?”

Jesus Christ.



Author Bio:

Two accomplished writers come together to create unforgettable sexy romance. JA Huss is the New York Times bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today bestsellers list eighteen times. Johnathan McClain is a veteran actor and writer whose work, either performed or written, is probably airing on at least one of the channels on your television right now. You can contact them on their website http://www.hussmcclain.com or find them at their social links below.

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Sin With Me Book Release & Give Away!

Sin With Me
JA Huss & Johnathan McClain
(Original Sin Series, #1)
Publication date: March 6th 2018
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Sin with Me is the first book in a four-book contemporary romance series by New York Times bestselling author, JA Huss, and veteran actor and writer, Johnathan McClain. Each full-length novel will release three weeks apart starting on March 6, 2018.

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Two broken people in a city fueled by sin.

Maddie Clayton isn’t looking to be saved. She knows the only person you can count on is yourself. Her moral compass might not point true North these days—but at least she’s still standing.

The Military taught Tyler Bell about loyalty. Being there for your brothers is the only thing that matters—but when it mattered most, he wasn’t.

She’s got a ticket straight to Hell. He’s already been there and back.
She needs to win. He just needs to stop fighting.

Some sins scar your soul so deeply, you’ll never be the same.
But this Devil in disguise might just be the angel he needs to forgive himself.

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Author Bio:

Two accomplished writers come together to create unforgettable sexy romance. JA Huss is the New York Times bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today bestsellers list eighteen times. Johnathan McClain is a veteran actor and writer whose work, either performed or written, is probably airing on at least one of the channels on your television right now. You can contact them on their website http://www.hussmcclain.com or find them at their social links below.

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On Your Way to Making Love Accessible Another Sexy Tip…

It’s been such a trip to hear from some of you and how it’s worked out to follow the 20/20/…rule. Let’s give ourselves a break and be OK with the fact that by the time we are getting to the final 20 in the three twenties, it’s not lasting THAT long. Questions? Just see tip #1. I must say that it has been well noted that getting there has been MUCH more enjoyable! If the actual act isn’t lasting that long, possibly because you have simply RUN out of TIME (insert giggle), or because it’s freaking exhausting to make it to 40 minutes! Either way, good for you for trying!

Tip #2:  Get Vocal!

Calm down you crazies! This isn’t THAT type of blog. What I mean, is it’s time to explore what turns you on, gets you going and find a way to let your partner know!

How exactly does someone do this?  It’s hard right? It’s just not a natural conversation. Can you imagine the next ride in the car?

Me: “Hey babe, I was reading this new book and the main guy had this way of lifting his girl onto the kitchen counter when unpacking the groceries. They had this amazing make out session while putting away the groceries…there was butter…it was so hot.”

Him: **silence** yeh…I can’t even imagine the response I would have gotten to that one. I mean, who am I to call out the one thing that he couldn’t actually do? Because he has muscular dystrophy and can’t lift me? Um…nope. I wish.  While I may struggle with some changes in my husbands body, I can only imagine what he may struggle with as a man who’s wife has gained weight and aged since she was 17 year old dancer.

So, clearly what happens in these books I love to read can’t always happen in my world and that’s totally cool! I DO have a way to use those books to improve my love life. How?

I’m so glad you asked! Here’s a short list of the ways I’ve learned to share my intimacy goals and how any  disability has yet to get in the way:

1. Read to Rev the Engine

Audible is my best friend. She is there for me when I am driving, walking, doing dishes, vacuuming, taking a long bath…you get the idea. I adore Audible because actors (really good ones) read all sorts of genres of romance. Don’t limit yourself! Try kinky! If you hate it, you click the rerun button and poof! They have a listener guarantee! You get your credit back! Check out my Goodreads for some of my favorite books. We all saw how the lines of BDSM were shaded between black to grey. Some may say, they found a thread of romance in something they once found scary and barbaric. Reading about rope tying with the Bound Series may not lead you to enrolling in a Shibari class, but it may inspire you to see what it’s like to let go and give up some control. Something that caregivers especially may find comfort in.  Just listening to the Millionaire finds young single girl drama  or any of the amazing Christina Lauren books give us a break from reality. By the way, I absolutely die for their writing! I found that I like things a bit less innocent than I realized. No, you won’t see me at any BDSM or adult club, but I get pretty turned on by a good public voyeur scene… in a BOOK people! For my HUSBAND. (Just wanted to clarify)  There is a lot of variety out there. I’ll be sharing a preview of a new series by one of my favorite authors this week, you won’t want to miss it! In fact, she (J.A. Huss with her new writing companion Actor and Screenwriter Jonathan McClain) will be promoting the first of four books through a Blitz featured on our very own web site with many free giveaways. Check back throughout the week.

If you don’t want to spring for Audible, (they also have a all you can read romance, the library has some fabulous Maya Banks books for beginners. For free! Try the public library e-book programs they all have now. Even Kindle offer free Erotica to launch new authors.

How do I let my husband know about what I am hearing? Well, I’ve been known to leave my book playing in bed at night. I go to sleep and I am quite sure he gets an idea of what I like. Through this method, he’s heard a few ear fulls of sexy scenes that had to have turned him on. It’s gotten to the point where I can now tell him about my books as our little joke. He loves making fun of them and how much I listen to them. However, as evidence shows, he has caught on to my listening patterns. I have gotten more bold. The more I hear, the less shy I am to bring it up in our conversation. I’ve even found that I’ve been able to help direct what is going on during our time alone as well. A grab or touch here or there and hot damn!  That Audible fee is paying off. I  challenge you to find your way into a book, audio or the old fashion type. I would like to guarantee you will find some kindling for your fire. (Update***Check out my Goodreads Profile for some ideas and if you aren’t sure what to read and have some idea, I am happy to point you in the right direction to what you may enjoy***)

2. Late Night “Cable” Shows

Not for me, but out of respect for my husband it makes the list. He’s visual. I like a story line and a little thrill of the chase I get in said book or short story. At the very least, I can use this time to point out how repetitive and unrealistic the show is. We squabble, tease, and eventually I’ve got his attention more than the show.  I then give him my own little lesson of what I learned about the subject at hand…and the show is forgotten!

There’s your Sex Therafree for now…Enjoy!

KJ