The Sensualist and The Untouched by Susan Laine

Blurb:

"Being over thirty is not an issue for Corey Paige. Being frigid and a virgin, however, is a huge problem for the only son of a newspaper magnate. No matter the risk, Corey’s intent on resolving both problems in one go. 

Enter Lucian Allard, a wealthy hedonist with a notorious reputation at club Boudoir—and an unconventional sexual mentoring program for those who suffer from dysfunctions. As the two men begin a sensual journey to awaken Corey’s libido, Corey’s frigid body isn't all that begins to melt. His untouched feelings also spark to life. 

Though a family emergency puts a halt to awakening Corey’s senses and desires, Corey and Lucian grow closer as friends. Then an unexpected kiss from Lucian in Corey’s most desperate hour changes everything. Now Corey must decide if the program is still an aid or an obstacle to two lonely men trying to maintain a professional detachment but falling hopelessly in love."

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Cowboy Meets Sassy Chef In 'Sam's Temptation' by V.S. Morgan

Sam’s Temptation

by

V.S. Morgan

Decadent Publishing

Length: 77 pages, ~20,000 words

Genre(s): Contemporary Erotic Multicultural Western Foodie Rubenesque

Blurb:

On a working vacation in Montana, Chef Gabi Inez’s schedule allows her to enjoy planned activities and hangout with her cousin and his new family. She’s not looking for love, but spending time with a hunky cowboy sounds perfect. Gabi works hard, but every girl needs some fun. What if flirting leads to something more?   

Sam Malone is the brains behind Blackbird, a guest and working ranch. Since his parents’ death, his sole purpose has been family and the ranch’s survival. Burned by love in the past, he avoids the distraction that comes with beautiful women. But what’s a cowboy to do when a sweet and sassy chef gets under his skin, only to be told by her overprotective cousin she’s off limits?  

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Excerpt

His breath caught in his throat as Gabriela emerged from the SUV. She was dressed in a T-shirt, jeans, and purple Converse sneakers. Her honeyed skin and unruly curls were radiant in the afternoon sun.

She reached him first. He extended his hand for a shake. “Gabriela.”

She ignored it to press in for a hug, which he returned stiffly, hyperaware of her soft, warm body against his fast-hardening one. Seemed his body hadn’t forgotten her either. He clenched his jaw as vanilla and jasmine wafted from her hair. She was considerably shorter without the heels, and hell if he didn’t love the greater height difference.

All too soon, she pulled back, her hands still at his waist, and beamed up at him. “Samuel.”

His name sounded exotic and sensual with her slight accent.

He cleared his throat. “Sam.”

“Sam,” she said softly, and his mouth dried in response to the husky tone. The woman could make financial reports sound X-rated with that voice of hers.


“Please, call me Gabi.”

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About the Author:

V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets. 

 She's been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily ever afters - even for two hot men - because love knows no boundaries. 

V.S. writes MC/IR contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/f and m/m with heart. V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project. 

Website: http://www.vsmorgan.com 

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Vivid; A Contemporary Erotic Romance by Ana Raine.

Blurb

Akai has had a troubled past, growing up in and out of different foster homes. Despite being an adult, he cannot forget his best friend growing up. 

When Akai visits Grand Rapids in a last ditch effort to find his long lost friend, he is determined to finally sled without backing out. But when he meets Collins, there is more than just courage at stake.


Excerpt

I didn't expect snow to be brown and mushy. Growing up in California, I had envisioned snow was always fluffy and pure white, like the fur of an Arctic fox, but stepping out of the airport and into Grand Rapids, Michigan, to see the snow for the first time was a real eye opener.

And I wasn't entirely certain I was pleased with the outcome of reality.

Still I'd left my last foster home just after my eighteenth birthday, and six long years had passed. Now I had a decent job and an apartment in New Mexico; it was time I stopped putting off my promise.

I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply, so I could take in the smell of snow. It smelled, well, kind of dirty.

Situating my suitcases next to me, so they were half leaning on my legs, I opened my hand and waited for the falling snow to collide with my skin. Just my luck that the sun was high in the sky, and there was no falling snow to be found. Oh well.

I retrieved my rental car keys from a young man who looked like he was going to fall over. As I filled out the paperwork, he clucked his tongue and crossed his arms. "Here to visit family?"

Of course, I should've expected that question, especially when Christmas was less than a week away.

"No, just looking for some time away."

He gave me a shallow smile. "You and me both, Mr. ..."

"Akai Greyson."

He did a double take, and I knew why. I'd inherited my dark black hair and brown eyes from my Japanese mother. The rest of me was from my father. They'd died when I was nine, an accident that happened so long ago it was little more than a vague memory.

"Well, have a great stay. Don't forget to check out the lights set up downtown. They're pretty cool."

"I'll check it out." I pocketed the rental car keys into my loose jeans and then stooped to pick up my suitcases. "Thanks for your help."

He waved halfheartedly before going back to his magazine spread out on the counter. Then I was back outside in the somewhat stale air. I sure hoped when there was a new snowfall, it'd be more exciting.

After loading my luggage into the trunk of the car, I plugged in the hotel's address into my GPS and made my way there, but I'd slammed down too hard on the gas, and instead of my car lurching forward and then speeding down the dry highway like I expected, I could almost feel the wheels of the car spinning beneath me.

"Damn." I fiddled with the heat, cursing myself for not thinking to pack my gloves in my carry on bag.

More slowly, I eased onto the gas, and my rental car, with slight protest, began to climb over the snow. I knew from the news it was a light snow on the ground, but to me it seemed like I was climbing a mountain. 

Every time the tires got marginally stuck, I started to panic and tried to think about what I had to do, but with a little nudging, the car slowly made its way over the snow. Just to be safe, I stopped several feet before the red light, just so I wouldn't careen into the intersection.

When the hotel finally came into sight, I laughed in relief. My forehead was covered in a cold sweat, the heat pushing into my face and making it hard to breathe.

My small laugh reminded me why I was there. I had a promise to keep, and no matter what, Grand Rapids was the place I had to be.

I checked into my room and began to unpack. I was tired from the long flights, but I needed to find something first.

I shrugged out of my cold coat and placed it neat the heating vent and then unlaced my boots. Being used to sandals and sneakers made unlacing my boots a little harder than I thought.

Then I lifted my largest suitcase onto the bed and sifted through jeans, heavy wool socks and long sleeve shirts, my scant winter wardrobe. Nestled between two socks was what I was looking for. To anyone else I was just holding a tall, narrow glass jar no bigger than the palm of my hand. I shook the jar, swashing the water inside. The memory of the jar crept back to me.

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Author Link:

Ana Raine
http://anarainebooks.blogspot.com