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Author: CJ Ellisson
Series: Walk on the Wild Side: Heather and Tony, Book 1
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Entangled
Date of Publication: Jan 2013
ISBN: 9781622667987
ASIN: B00BFQEFPY
Number of pages: 260
Word Count: 65k
Formats available: epub and mobi
Cover Artist: Heather Howland
Blurb:
Discover your inner bad girl, and set her free...
Heather Pierce is done being a wallflower, both personally and professionally. Desperate to live a different life for one night, she attends a speed dating event. Maybe here, anonymous unless she chooses otherwise, she can become someone new. When a man way out of her league sits across from her, Heather gathers her courage and takes charge of what she wants, secretly fearing he won't desire the real person she's desperate to hide.
Top acquisitions officer and international playboy Tony Carmine is about to close the biggest deal of his career. But then he meets Heather at a speed dating event . . . and discovers losing control may be exactly what he needs. Her blossoming sensuality occupies his every thought, consuming him with the need to possess the most intriguing lover he's ever encountered-until he walks into the boardroom and sees Heather on the other side of the negotiating table.
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Excerpt:
The door creaks open and Tony steps out. You can do this, Heather. Take command. Tell him what you want. Tell him what to do, just like he said he wants. Now or never.
I smirk with a confidence I’m not completely feeling. “Nice of you to join me, Tony.” I relax against the brick and check him over from head to foot, making sure he knows with just my eyes exactly how desirable I find him. You can do this, don’t panic. He won’t laugh at you.
I nod toward the stacked chairs. “Take off your coat.” He slips the expensive garment from his shoulders, pulling the starched fabric of his shirt across his defined chest. I nod my approval and his eyes glint with desire in the dimming light.
He smiles, seemingly eager to play whatever game I’ve got in mind. “Anything else?”
I push down my inner anxiety and grin, in what I hope is a teasing manner. “Your tie.”
His eyebrows shoot up, but he loosens the knot and pulls the material free. The red silk slides over his shirt, and then is tossed carelessly toward his coat.
Holy crap, he’s doing it. He’s listening to me. What now?
“Unbutton the top two buttons of your shirt.” The command springs unbidden to my thoughts.
He complies and reveals the golden skin below his throat, with a few stray chest hairs visible near the neck of his undershirt. He looks so good I’d like to grab his shirt and rip it open, licking the skin as it’s uncovered.
Holy cow, where did that come from? I’m not this aggressive woman I’m pretending to be.
“How’s that?” he asks.
My pulse pounds so loudly in my ears I can only nod, afraid I’ll give too much away if I answer. I clear my throat, reaching for nonchalance. “It’ll do.” My hands slide to my hips and I take the plunge, pouring every ounce of courage I possess into my next actions.
I grab my skirt’s black material and work it slowly up my thighs. Tony’s eyes grow round as he follows my movements.
“Get down on your knees,” I say, forcing out my voice in a firm tone.
Title: Loving Ms. Wrong
Author: CJ Ellisson
Series: Walk on the Wilde Side: Best Friends, Book 2
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Red Hot Publishing
Date of Publication: In a bundle March 2014, as a stand alone free read May 2014
ISBN: 9781938601309
ASIN: B00K6YL8AQ
Number of pages: 84
Word Count: 21k
Formats available: ePub .mobi
Cover Artist: Kim Killion
Blurb:
Katrina attends a birthday party for her friend Carla. Little does the health food storeowner know that the fateful girls night out will change her life forever.
Marcus, the polished metrosexual who hates to get his hands dirty, stumbles upon the ladies at a local bar. Sparks fly when the two meet, courtesy of a 12-sided sex dice and a night neither one will ever forget.
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Excerpt:
By ten-thirty we’re all a little buzzed and laughing so hard a few of us are wiping tears away. Julie brought a game called “Who’s the Biggest Pervert?” And I’m not sure if I should be appalled or proud that I’m the biggest pervert in the group so far. Heather and Carla toasted me twice, forcing all of us to drink even more of the brandy infused wine laced with fruit. It goes great with the chocolate cupcakes Heather made, so none of us complained. Then again, doesn’t everything go with chocolate?
I’m feeling no pain when Carla informs us it’s time to take the party on the road. Festooned with tacky pink sashes that say Girls Night Out, wearing pink Mardi-gras beads and the candy penis necklaces, and each carrying our glow in the dark straws in our purse, we’re ready to paint the town. I’m glad there’s no mirror near the elevators or I’d probably have second thoughts about being seen in public wearing this stuff.
“Oh, wait!” Julie shouts. “I have something fun for everyone to take home.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. “Might stir up a little ‘magic.’ You never know.” She reaches into her purse while we enter the elevator and pulls out a handful of tiny plastic baggies. “Here,” she says while distributing one to each of us.
Heather opens hers first. “Are these dice? The shape is odd. What are these little pictures?” She gasps in understanding.
I look to mine and start laughing. “No way. Did you get us dirty gamer dice? These have pictures of people having sex in different positions on each side.”
Carla squeals in delight. “So cool! I can’t wait to try this later with Andy.”
Conversation and comments swirl over each other as everyone checks out their die.
“Hey,” Bekki says as we leave the elevator. “I got a bum one. There’s two spots on here with the guy getting head. Talk about unfair.”
“Lemme see,” says Gemma while she frantically searches her die, too. “Dammit. Mine is the same way.”
We spill into the night, giggling like a pack of randy college girls. Julie’s laughing so hard it takes her a second to respond. “Sorry, guys. Should have mentioned I think these things were designed by men. All of them have the two blow job sides.”
A man in his thirties wandering by us on the sidewalk looks up at her words, checks out the lot of us from head to toe, and smiles bright. We all laugh again.
“Seems unfair,” Heather says between gasps of laughter. “Maybe we should put white-out on one of them and insert a question mark… like lover’s choice?”
Title: Vanilla Twist
Author: CJ Ellisson
Series: Walk on the Wild Side: Heather and Tony, Book 2
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Red Hot Publishing
Date of Publication: Feb 2014
ISBN: 9781938601255
ASIN: B00ICAUB22
Number of pages: 210
Word Count: 55k
Formats available: ePub .mobi
Cover Artist: Kim Killion
Blurb:
Heather thinks she has it all—an interesting lover, a dream job, and a new wardrobe to match her take-charge attitude. But everyone has a past, and when Heather confronts hers at work she’ll be hard-pressed to hold onto her newfound confidence and resolve. Does she trust Tony enough to let him help her or will she tackle the issue on her own?
Still intrigued by the young woman and the multiple layers she presents to the world, Tony begins to change his life, too—for what he hopes is the better. He quit his high-powered career to find peace in a less stressful day-to-day existence. Desire for Heather still invades his every waking moment, and when trouble threatens their sexual explorations he makes the hardest choice of his life. One he may soon regret.
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Excerpt:
“Heather?” A warm hand slides over my hip. Soft, moist lips press against one shoulder. “It’s Monday. You’ve got work today.”
I resist the urge to snuggle under the covers and spend the rest of the day like the weekend—naked and sweaty. Tony’s hips move behind mine, his arousal stroking between the cheeks of my ass. His enthusiasm isn’t making me want to get out of bed, either.
“What time is it?” I struggle to rise to examine the clock.
Tony holds me firmly in place. “A little before six. You’ve got plenty of time.” His fingers dig into my hip, guiding them in a slow motion while he thrusts softly against me. “I don’t need to be in Jersey until later.” He relaxes his grasp, perhaps drawing out his own anticipation. “Excited about starting your new job?”
Unsurprisingly, my new job is the furthest thing from my mind at the moment. “Job?” My voice sounds rough with sleep. “You really want to talk about work?”
His masculine chuckle warms the skin of my back. He curves closer, pressing his upper body firmly along my spine. “You’re right. My bad. I want you focused on what you’re feeling.” Tony places lingering kisses up my neck, nibbling at the skin below my jaw.
My eyes fly open as he sucks where his teeth grazed me. “Hey! Not so hard. I need to look professional.”
Tony releases the suction. “Yes, ma’am.” He kisses me again, ending with a light lick. “Wouldn’t want that.”
I squirm, pressing myself toward his cock. The idea of him wanting to mark me, to let the world know I’m taken, stirs something primal within me. Makes me want to mark him, too. Although working on his apartment doesn’t allow him much exposure to the dating public.
And really, am I that type of girl? I’m close to thirty. I should be past having to mark my man. My man. That has a nice ring to it. Would he like me to brand him with a love bite? Perhaps I could leave one where only he can see it.
That would be sexy as well as fun. I’ll do it. The moment I can think clearly and get a chance.
The hand on my hip curves inward, questing fingers slip between my thighs.
His husky voice whispers in my ear, “I can think of a terrific way to start your day.”
I gasp as he finds my clit, sliding two fingers to rub gently.
“It’ll be a great stress reliever, too. You’ll start your new job well-rested and relaxed.”
Considering the amount of hours I was awake last night and panting under his hard body, I doubt I’ll be too rested. But who the hell cares? I roll onto my back and spread my thighs. This feels too good to ignore.
I stifle a yawn and push my hips up to meet his hand. “What did you have in mind, mister?”
The desire glowing in his light brown eyes leaves me reeling. I can still hardly believe how things worked out last week. Tony, waiting for me in my apartment building’s lobby when I’d thought I’d messed things up for good. Life is getting better and better by the day.
He leans in to kiss me, his morning scruff tickling my chin. Tony’s mouth meets mine and a shudder races down my frame. God, he’s simply delicious. And all mine.
He pulls back and nips my bottom lip. “Would you like hard and fast or slow and leisurely?”
An idea comes to me. I push him onto his back and straddle his hips. “I’ll let you know.” I reach down and clasp his length, guiding him inside me.
Tony wastes no time and thrusts his hips up to meet mine, his hands grabbing both breasts. “That’s it, baby. Ride me. I love it when you take what you want.”
His words excite me further. In past relationships I never considered being sexually aggressive, always content to accept whatever was offered. But this man, he brings out the wanton hussy in me. I want to shock him. I want to leave him guessing. I want him always craving more—of me.
I angle my hips and rub forward and back, grinding my mound on his pelvic bone to get the pressure I crave. Hot palms cup my small breasts, squeezing and kneading a moment before agile fingers seek out my nipples. A sharp twist of the aroused peaks pulls a gasp from me.
“Look at me,” he says. I stare down into his expressive eyes. “I want to see all of you when you come.”
He releases one breast and maneuvers his hand between us, his thumb stroking right where I need it.
“Yesss… That feels so good…” My eyes drift close and he tweaks my nipple hard, drawing my attention back to his gaze.
“Don’t look away. Be in the moment with me.”
His heart shines in his eyes, the emotion deep and strong. The raw edge of his hunger weaves an impassioned spell, encasing us both. This incredible man never fails to surprise me.
“Faster,” I gasp. “I’m close.”
Pressure builds inside as I bump and grind on his engorged flesh. His hips rise up to meet mine, pounding deep inside me. The slap of heated flesh rings loud in the quiet room, the only other sound our panting breaths.
“That’s it…” A long low keening of sound spills from my lips as I falter in my rhythm. Tony increases his pace, pushing me over the edge into oblivion. His grip on my breast becomes rough, merging a tinge of pain with my release.
The electric tingle of orgasm lights inside me, curving my back and bring my face near his. I latch my mouth onto his as he erupts, his shout of pleasure causing his teeth to clank against mine. His hands leave my clit and breast to grab my hips, slamming me down on him while his orgasm wracks his frame.
After a few gasping breaths we settle, his hands gentling and rising to soothe along my spine. His voice sounds mellow and satiated. “What a great way to start the day.”
A sigh escapes me as I nuzzle near his neck. “You said it.”
The enticing aroma of fresh bagels fills my head as I slowly spin to examine my new office space. The company’s former CFO and my boss, Harvey, cleaned out his stuff last week when the board pushed his retirement. The room has been cleaned vigorously by the building’s janitorial staff and now awaits me to make it my own. Wonder and awe swell inside my chest.
This is it, girlfriend. You’ve made it to the top!
When I started at Parkerson right out of college I had no idea, in just shy of seven years, I’d be the youngest member the board has ever accepted to its ranks, and the only woman, to boot.
A throat clears behind me and I turn to see a huge bouquet of flowers dwarfing the woman who holds their glass vase. “These came for you.” Melissa, one of the receptionists, strides across the room to set the arrangement on a sideboard near my new desk. “They arrived special order—by messenger.” She glances at her wrist. “I don’t think we’ve ever had flowers arrive before eight am.”
Warmth floods my face. There’s only one person I know in my life who’d do something so extravagant. Melissa fusses with the flowers a moment before reaching for the card. Without opening it, she hands the small envelope to me in passing, her eyebrows raised. “As if the simple fact the exotic blooms outshine any rose isn’t enough, your admirer wanted to make sure the arrangement arrived bright and early, too.”
I nod my thanks, too overwhelmed with emotion to speak. I clutch the tiny card to my chest, scurrying to the lush flowers to take a deep breath of their heady fragrance. I fan my heated cheeks with the card and stare at the artfully arranged blossoms. Vibrant yellows, oranges and reds stand out like flames among smaller white flowers with tiny black centers. I have no idea what any of them are called, but I’ll be searching the Internet later when I take a break.
Such luxury could only come from Tony. I make my way to the deep leather seat behind my desk and sit, eager to see what he wrote on the card.
Go get ‘em, tiger!
Wishing you the best in your new position,
Tony
A huge smile spreads across my face. Considering the wake-up I received this morning, I never expected him to send flowers, too.
I picture Tony’s relaxed, boxer-brief clad physique leaning against my counter this morning. His defined abs tightened when he laughed at something silly I said, distracting me yet again. Only this time I over-filled my coffee cup while I was staring. Which of course led to more laughter from my new lover.
A shiver runs through me as I recall our weekend lovemaking. There was no hesitancy between us as we casually traded control and assertiveness with each sexual encounter. In my wildest dreams I never expected a man as successful and handsome as Tony would want me.
I rummage around in my purse, looking for my cell phone, impulsively deciding to call him. After all, work hours haven’t officially started yet.
He answers, a teasing note in his voice. “Hey. Didn’t expect to hear from you so early.”
“I just bet! Your flowers arrived. They’re stunning, thank you.”
“Good. I’m glad you liked them.” He hesitates for a second and my heart hitches in my chest. Does he regret sending them? Have I made too big of a deal over something he considers small? I hate this new relationship crap and not knowing what I should say or do. “So… I opened your bedside drawer a few minutes ago. Looking for a nail file…”
My stuttering heart lurches to a stop. Oh. My. God. Please don’t tell me he’s found the leather cock ring and vibrator I bought online two weeks ago after we met. It was my first attempt to buy something sexy and adventurous and later I felt too awkward to even bring them out. I should have hid the darn things in my closet.
His voice deepens, and my nipples tighten at the exact tone he used in my ear this morning. “Let’s just say I found two un-opened items I’d like to… explore with you.”
A blush heats my face. Of course he found the sex toys. “Really? Er… um… I…”
He laughs, the masculine sound tickling all the way from my ear to my privates. “You did buy them for us, right? I’m not wrong in thinking they’re new since they’re still in the plastic packaging?” I hear the shift of a drawer opening and picture him opening my bedside table once more and handling the risqué purchases. “I’ll try to contain my jealousy if they were for another guy, but I won’t make any guarantees.”
“No! I… er… I did buy them with you in mind. I just…”
“Wasn’t sure when to spring them on me?” There’s a light teasing to his voice. God, I’m so mortified right now I wish I could die.
I channel my inner vixen, willing my sexual confidence of the past weekend to come out. I can do this. I can be the sexy woman who made love to Tony yesterday and screamed his name at the top of my lungs. “Yes, you’re exactly right.” I lower my voice, cognizant I’m at work and can’t do anything about the emotions and sexual cravings this conversation is stirring up. “I bet the black leather will look magnificent around your…”
A meeting reminder pops up on my computer screen, pulling me from my teasing. I have to meet with Oliver and Grant, head of sales, at two this afternoon. What a nice reminder—not—that I’ve got a job to do.
“Yes?” Tony’s eager voice jars me back to the call. “You were saying? Around what?”
I chuckle, sexual awareness of the moment and how he’s reacting to me like a balm to my mortification. “You know where it belongs. I’m looking forward to trying it, too. But I’ve got to go. You’re getting me so wrapped up in thinking about sex I’ll mess up my first day.”
A heavy sigh reaches me. “Wouldn’t want that, would we? Hold those thoughts for tonight. You shouldn’t work too late on your first day. They’ll expect it all the time.”
I lean back in my chair, the softness cushioning my spine. “True. What are you doing today?”
“I’m leaving for Hoboken in a few minutes to work on dry wall, then I’ll be back this way mid-afternoon for a meeting at Apollo. They want help on transitioning deals.”
Apprehension fills me when I think of him quitting his job last week. Will he be happy with this new change in his life?
Admit it. What you’re really worried about is if he will stay happy with you or grow bored.
I shake the self-doubting ruminations from my head. No one can predict the future. It’s best to enjoy what we have in the here and now.
A tentative knock sounds at my door. I glance up to see an attractive woman in conservative clothing. She has long blond highlighted hair pulled back severely in a low ponytail and her clear green eyes look at me hopefully, not much makeup needed to enhance their stunning color. The trim woman appears older than me, perhaps in her mid-to-late thirties.
“I’ve got to go,” I say into my cell. “We’ll talk later?”
“Sure. Dinner tonight to celebrate your first day?”
Warmth heats my cheeks as the woman watches me with patience. “Sounds good. Bye.” I hang up and smile. “Hi,” I say to the new arrival. “Can I help you?”
The woman steps into the room, hand extended. “I’m Tammy. I’ve been assigned to help you until you hire your own assistant.”
I grasp her offered hand and shake. “Nice to meet you.” I release my hold and gesture to an open seat. “Please, tell me a little about yourself.”
She smiles self-consciously and smoothes a non-existent loose hair behind an ear. “Not much to tell, really. I’ve worked at Parkerson for about two years.”
“What department were you in?”
Tammy wrinkles her button nose. “Ad design.”
“Not your favorite, I presume?”
“It wasn’t bad. Not great, either. My degree is in marketing with a minor in business. I’ve worked for banks and pharmaceutical companies… Decided a change was in order a few years ago.” She shrugs. “The art end of advertising isn’t where I’d hoped to specialize.” Her eyes fill with an eager light. “I immediately volunteered when I heard you’d need someone while you settled in.”
“Great. I could sure use a hand today.” I stand and motion toward the expanse of boxes hauled in from my old office. “Want to help me unload and organize? It’s not fun. But we have to start somewhere.”
With a nod and a shared smile, we set to work. She even helps me hang the framed prints I brought from home. Including them in my new office space reminds me of two passions: photography and the way I felt when I took the pictures, and the second, Tony. The man who bought me a new camera to encourage something I love that’s just for me. As far as beginnings go, today could have been much worse.
Tammy leaves for lunch around noon and I grab my phone, eager to see if Tony’s texted me. I made a conscious effort not to check while Tammy and I were unpacking—it was difficult to resist digging my phone out every ten minutes. He’s left two messages since our call this morning.
His first one, Can’t get that cock ring out of my head, came in shortly after nine a.m.
My inner voice chimes in with the obvious, You’ve got it bad, girlfriend.
Yeah—and so what if I do? After the assholes I’ve dated, is it any wonder I’m still in shock over how great Tony is?
I scroll down through my texts to see he tried me again two hours later.
Feel like anything in particular tonight for dinner?
My heart beats faster, the desire to dial his cell feels like a baby bird attempting first flight is trapped in my chest. I take a deep breath to calm down. I don’t want to appear too eager, right? Then again, he has texted me twice without me responding so I should be okay if I call him. Or maybe I should text him. That’s always safer.
I hate all this uncertainty. All these damn games we play in relationships. Don’t look too eager, don’t be too available, don’t say I love you first. Ugh. Does it ever end?
Before I talk myself out of it, I call him.
He picks up on the third ring, his voice out of breath. “Hey. How’s your first day in the new office?”
Tension eases out of me once I hear him, and I relax into what is becoming my favorite-ever office chair. “Not bad. Spent the morning with my temporary assistant unpacking and planning. And I have a meeting with some of the board after lunch.”
“Nice. Did you get assigned a young male intern who hangs on your every word?”
I laugh. “That would’ve been funny. Not to mention awkward. No, the woman’s name is Tammy. She’s an experienced office worker. Has a good head on her shoulders. I like her. What are you up to?”
“Working on the walls in my apartment. It’s a dirty job. Drywall dust is everywhere.” He sounds happy. Not like the tired man who worked a corporate job late into the night a couple weeks ago.
“Are you dropping hints that you’ll need to sleep at my place tonight?” I know he has several empty apartments being renovated, in a pinch he could sleep in any of them, but I like teasing him.
His voice drops to a seductive whisper, “I promise to make it worth your while.”
I squirm in my seat, all too aware of what his heated rasp feels like against my skin. “Oh really?” I tease. “I’m not so sure I believe you.” A quick glance reveals my office door is shut. “How exactly will you do that?”
“Naughty girl. You want me to tell you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I think I’ll start with a shoulder massage…” His voice drops an octave. “And then when you’re good and relaxed, I’ll roll you over and pin your arms over your head…”
My mouth becomes dry while I picture his scenario. I audibly swallow, eager for him to continue. “Yes…?”
His answering chuckle raises the hairs on my arm. “Well now… you’ll just have to wait and see.”
I’m giddy when we end the call a few minutes later. Giddy as in you’re-acting-like-a-teenager-you-freakin’-idiot. I’m falling for him. Hard. What the hell am I going to do if he doesn’t feel the same way?
Title: Avoiding Mr. Right
Author: CJ Ellisson
Series: Walk and the Wild Side: Best Friends, Book 1
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Red Hot Publishing
Date of Publication: June 2013
ISBN: 9781938601156
ASIN: B00D69AJEY
Number of pages: 180
Word Count: 45k
Formats available: ePub & mobi
Cover Artist: Kim Killion
Blurb:
In order to take control, you often have to let it go…
Carla Johnson thinks issuing orders to a lover will keep her heart safe and leave her in charge of her own destiny. Afraid for Carla’s future, her best friend Heather implores her to change her self-centered ways, handing her a list of love life mistakes to steer clear of:
1. Casual Sex
2. Friends with Benefits
3. Avoidance of Intimacy
Carla ignores the list—unwilling to face she might have a commitment problem. Until she invites a co-worker to her place one night. She instantly regrets the hum-drum sexual encounter and discourages the accountant from pursuing her.
Andy Shea refuses to become another lover the feisty blonde dumps. It'll take a patient man with a strong hand to unlock Carla's sexual awareness and win her heart. He’s up for the challenge to convince her he’s the one—and eager to prove this number cruncher won’t make a boring bedmate.
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Excerpt from chapter five. We’re in Carla’s POV: She’d like to avoid Andy at work and the difficult topic he brings up.
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Excerpt:
By ten-thirty we’re all a little buzzed and laughing so hard a few of us are wiping tears away. Julie brought a game called “Who’s the Biggest Pervert?” And I’m not sure if I should be appalled or proud that I’m the biggest pervert in the group so far. Heather and Carla toasted me twice, forcing all of us to drink even more of the brandy infused wine laced with fruit. It goes great with the chocolate cupcakes Heather made, so none of us complained. Then again, doesn’t everything go with chocolate?
I’m feeling no pain when Carla informs us it’s time to take the party on the road. Festooned with tacky pink sashes that say Girls Night Out, wearing pink Mardi-gras beads and the candy penis necklaces, and each carrying our glow in the dark straws in our purse, we’re ready to paint the town. I’m glad there’s no mirror near the elevators or I’d probably have second thoughts about being seen in public wearing this stuff.
“Oh, wait!” Julie shouts. “I have something fun for everyone to take home.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. “Might stir up a little ‘magic.’ You never know.” She reaches into her purse while we enter the elevator and pulls out a handful of tiny plastic baggies. “Here,” she says while distributing one to each of us.
Heather opens hers first. “Are these dice? The shape is odd. What are these little pictures?” She gasps in understanding.
I look to mine and start laughing. “No way. Did you get us dirty gamer dice? These have pictures of people having sex in different positions on each side.”
Carla squeals in delight. “So cool! I can’t wait to try this later with Andy.”
Conversation and comments swirl over each other as everyone checks out their die.
“Hey,” Bekki says as we leave the elevator. “I got a bum one. There’s two spots on here with the guy getting head. Talk about unfair.”
“Lemme see,” says Gemma while she frantically searches her die, too. “Dammit. Mine is the same way.”
We spill into the night, giggling like a pack of randy college girls. Julie’s laughing so hard it takes her a second to respond. “Sorry, guys. Should have mentioned I think these things were designed by men. All of them have the two blow job sides.”
A man in his thirties wandering by us on the sidewalk looks up at her words, checks out the lot of us from head to toe, and smiles bright. We all laugh again.
“Seems unfair,” Heather says between gasps of laughter. “Maybe we should put white-out on one of them and insert a question mark… like lover’s choice?”
Author: CJ Ellisson
Series: Walk on the Wild Side: Heather and Tony, Book 2
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Red Hot Publishing
Date of Publication: Feb 2014
ISBN: 9781938601255
ASIN: B00ICAUB22
Number of pages: 210
Word Count: 55k
Formats available: ePub .mobi
Cover Artist: Kim Killion
Blurb:
Heather thinks she has it all—an interesting lover, a dream job, and a new wardrobe to match her take-charge attitude. But everyone has a past, and when Heather confronts hers at work she’ll be hard-pressed to hold onto her newfound confidence and resolve. Does she trust Tony enough to let him help her or will she tackle the issue on her own?
Still intrigued by the young woman and the multiple layers she presents to the world, Tony begins to change his life, too—for what he hopes is the better. He quit his high-powered career to find peace in a less stressful day-to-day existence. Desire for Heather still invades his every waking moment, and when trouble threatens their sexual explorations he makes the hardest choice of his life. One he may soon regret.
VANILLA TWIST will be on sale from May 25rd to the 31st
Buy Links:
Amazon US: Vanilla Twist: Heather & Tony (Walk on the Wild Side)
Amazon CA
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Amazon UK
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Excerpt:
“Heather?” A warm hand slides over my hip. Soft, moist lips press against one shoulder. “It’s Monday. You’ve got work today.”
I resist the urge to snuggle under the covers and spend the rest of the day like the weekend—naked and sweaty. Tony’s hips move behind mine, his arousal stroking between the cheeks of my ass. His enthusiasm isn’t making me want to get out of bed, either.
“What time is it?” I struggle to rise to examine the clock.
Tony holds me firmly in place. “A little before six. You’ve got plenty of time.” His fingers dig into my hip, guiding them in a slow motion while he thrusts softly against me. “I don’t need to be in Jersey until later.” He relaxes his grasp, perhaps drawing out his own anticipation. “Excited about starting your new job?”
Unsurprisingly, my new job is the furthest thing from my mind at the moment. “Job?” My voice sounds rough with sleep. “You really want to talk about work?”
His masculine chuckle warms the skin of my back. He curves closer, pressing his upper body firmly along my spine. “You’re right. My bad. I want you focused on what you’re feeling.” Tony places lingering kisses up my neck, nibbling at the skin below my jaw.
My eyes fly open as he sucks where his teeth grazed me. “Hey! Not so hard. I need to look professional.”
Tony releases the suction. “Yes, ma’am.” He kisses me again, ending with a light lick. “Wouldn’t want that.”
I squirm, pressing myself toward his cock. The idea of him wanting to mark me, to let the world know I’m taken, stirs something primal within me. Makes me want to mark him, too. Although working on his apartment doesn’t allow him much exposure to the dating public.
And really, am I that type of girl? I’m close to thirty. I should be past having to mark my man. My man. That has a nice ring to it. Would he like me to brand him with a love bite? Perhaps I could leave one where only he can see it.
That would be sexy as well as fun. I’ll do it. The moment I can think clearly and get a chance.
The hand on my hip curves inward, questing fingers slip between my thighs.
His husky voice whispers in my ear, “I can think of a terrific way to start your day.”
I gasp as he finds my clit, sliding two fingers to rub gently.
“It’ll be a great stress reliever, too. You’ll start your new job well-rested and relaxed.”
Considering the amount of hours I was awake last night and panting under his hard body, I doubt I’ll be too rested. But who the hell cares? I roll onto my back and spread my thighs. This feels too good to ignore.
I stifle a yawn and push my hips up to meet his hand. “What did you have in mind, mister?”
The desire glowing in his light brown eyes leaves me reeling. I can still hardly believe how things worked out last week. Tony, waiting for me in my apartment building’s lobby when I’d thought I’d messed things up for good. Life is getting better and better by the day.
He leans in to kiss me, his morning scruff tickling my chin. Tony’s mouth meets mine and a shudder races down my frame. God, he’s simply delicious. And all mine.
He pulls back and nips my bottom lip. “Would you like hard and fast or slow and leisurely?”
An idea comes to me. I push him onto his back and straddle his hips. “I’ll let you know.” I reach down and clasp his length, guiding him inside me.
Tony wastes no time and thrusts his hips up to meet mine, his hands grabbing both breasts. “That’s it, baby. Ride me. I love it when you take what you want.”
His words excite me further. In past relationships I never considered being sexually aggressive, always content to accept whatever was offered. But this man, he brings out the wanton hussy in me. I want to shock him. I want to leave him guessing. I want him always craving more—of me.
I angle my hips and rub forward and back, grinding my mound on his pelvic bone to get the pressure I crave. Hot palms cup my small breasts, squeezing and kneading a moment before agile fingers seek out my nipples. A sharp twist of the aroused peaks pulls a gasp from me.
“Look at me,” he says. I stare down into his expressive eyes. “I want to see all of you when you come.”
He releases one breast and maneuvers his hand between us, his thumb stroking right where I need it.
“Yesss… That feels so good…” My eyes drift close and he tweaks my nipple hard, drawing my attention back to his gaze.
“Don’t look away. Be in the moment with me.”
His heart shines in his eyes, the emotion deep and strong. The raw edge of his hunger weaves an impassioned spell, encasing us both. This incredible man never fails to surprise me.
“Faster,” I gasp. “I’m close.”
Pressure builds inside as I bump and grind on his engorged flesh. His hips rise up to meet mine, pounding deep inside me. The slap of heated flesh rings loud in the quiet room, the only other sound our panting breaths.
“That’s it…” A long low keening of sound spills from my lips as I falter in my rhythm. Tony increases his pace, pushing me over the edge into oblivion. His grip on my breast becomes rough, merging a tinge of pain with my release.
The electric tingle of orgasm lights inside me, curving my back and bring my face near his. I latch my mouth onto his as he erupts, his shout of pleasure causing his teeth to clank against mine. His hands leave my clit and breast to grab my hips, slamming me down on him while his orgasm wracks his frame.
After a few gasping breaths we settle, his hands gentling and rising to soothe along my spine. His voice sounds mellow and satiated. “What a great way to start the day.”
A sigh escapes me as I nuzzle near his neck. “You said it.”
The enticing aroma of fresh bagels fills my head as I slowly spin to examine my new office space. The company’s former CFO and my boss, Harvey, cleaned out his stuff last week when the board pushed his retirement. The room has been cleaned vigorously by the building’s janitorial staff and now awaits me to make it my own. Wonder and awe swell inside my chest.
This is it, girlfriend. You’ve made it to the top!
When I started at Parkerson right out of college I had no idea, in just shy of seven years, I’d be the youngest member the board has ever accepted to its ranks, and the only woman, to boot.
A throat clears behind me and I turn to see a huge bouquet of flowers dwarfing the woman who holds their glass vase. “These came for you.” Melissa, one of the receptionists, strides across the room to set the arrangement on a sideboard near my new desk. “They arrived special order—by messenger.” She glances at her wrist. “I don’t think we’ve ever had flowers arrive before eight am.”
Warmth floods my face. There’s only one person I know in my life who’d do something so extravagant. Melissa fusses with the flowers a moment before reaching for the card. Without opening it, she hands the small envelope to me in passing, her eyebrows raised. “As if the simple fact the exotic blooms outshine any rose isn’t enough, your admirer wanted to make sure the arrangement arrived bright and early, too.”
I nod my thanks, too overwhelmed with emotion to speak. I clutch the tiny card to my chest, scurrying to the lush flowers to take a deep breath of their heady fragrance. I fan my heated cheeks with the card and stare at the artfully arranged blossoms. Vibrant yellows, oranges and reds stand out like flames among smaller white flowers with tiny black centers. I have no idea what any of them are called, but I’ll be searching the Internet later when I take a break.
Such luxury could only come from Tony. I make my way to the deep leather seat behind my desk and sit, eager to see what he wrote on the card.
Go get ‘em, tiger!
Wishing you the best in your new position,
Tony
A huge smile spreads across my face. Considering the wake-up I received this morning, I never expected him to send flowers, too.
I picture Tony’s relaxed, boxer-brief clad physique leaning against my counter this morning. His defined abs tightened when he laughed at something silly I said, distracting me yet again. Only this time I over-filled my coffee cup while I was staring. Which of course led to more laughter from my new lover.
A shiver runs through me as I recall our weekend lovemaking. There was no hesitancy between us as we casually traded control and assertiveness with each sexual encounter. In my wildest dreams I never expected a man as successful and handsome as Tony would want me.
I rummage around in my purse, looking for my cell phone, impulsively deciding to call him. After all, work hours haven’t officially started yet.
He answers, a teasing note in his voice. “Hey. Didn’t expect to hear from you so early.”
“I just bet! Your flowers arrived. They’re stunning, thank you.”
“Good. I’m glad you liked them.” He hesitates for a second and my heart hitches in my chest. Does he regret sending them? Have I made too big of a deal over something he considers small? I hate this new relationship crap and not knowing what I should say or do. “So… I opened your bedside drawer a few minutes ago. Looking for a nail file…”
My stuttering heart lurches to a stop. Oh. My. God. Please don’t tell me he’s found the leather cock ring and vibrator I bought online two weeks ago after we met. It was my first attempt to buy something sexy and adventurous and later I felt too awkward to even bring them out. I should have hid the darn things in my closet.
His voice deepens, and my nipples tighten at the exact tone he used in my ear this morning. “Let’s just say I found two un-opened items I’d like to… explore with you.”
A blush heats my face. Of course he found the sex toys. “Really? Er… um… I…”
He laughs, the masculine sound tickling all the way from my ear to my privates. “You did buy them for us, right? I’m not wrong in thinking they’re new since they’re still in the plastic packaging?” I hear the shift of a drawer opening and picture him opening my bedside table once more and handling the risqué purchases. “I’ll try to contain my jealousy if they were for another guy, but I won’t make any guarantees.”
“No! I… er… I did buy them with you in mind. I just…”
“Wasn’t sure when to spring them on me?” There’s a light teasing to his voice. God, I’m so mortified right now I wish I could die.
I channel my inner vixen, willing my sexual confidence of the past weekend to come out. I can do this. I can be the sexy woman who made love to Tony yesterday and screamed his name at the top of my lungs. “Yes, you’re exactly right.” I lower my voice, cognizant I’m at work and can’t do anything about the emotions and sexual cravings this conversation is stirring up. “I bet the black leather will look magnificent around your…”
A meeting reminder pops up on my computer screen, pulling me from my teasing. I have to meet with Oliver and Grant, head of sales, at two this afternoon. What a nice reminder—not—that I’ve got a job to do.
“Yes?” Tony’s eager voice jars me back to the call. “You were saying? Around what?”
I chuckle, sexual awareness of the moment and how he’s reacting to me like a balm to my mortification. “You know where it belongs. I’m looking forward to trying it, too. But I’ve got to go. You’re getting me so wrapped up in thinking about sex I’ll mess up my first day.”
A heavy sigh reaches me. “Wouldn’t want that, would we? Hold those thoughts for tonight. You shouldn’t work too late on your first day. They’ll expect it all the time.”
I lean back in my chair, the softness cushioning my spine. “True. What are you doing today?”
“I’m leaving for Hoboken in a few minutes to work on dry wall, then I’ll be back this way mid-afternoon for a meeting at Apollo. They want help on transitioning deals.”
Apprehension fills me when I think of him quitting his job last week. Will he be happy with this new change in his life?
Admit it. What you’re really worried about is if he will stay happy with you or grow bored.
I shake the self-doubting ruminations from my head. No one can predict the future. It’s best to enjoy what we have in the here and now.
A tentative knock sounds at my door. I glance up to see an attractive woman in conservative clothing. She has long blond highlighted hair pulled back severely in a low ponytail and her clear green eyes look at me hopefully, not much makeup needed to enhance their stunning color. The trim woman appears older than me, perhaps in her mid-to-late thirties.
“I’ve got to go,” I say into my cell. “We’ll talk later?”
“Sure. Dinner tonight to celebrate your first day?”
Warmth heats my cheeks as the woman watches me with patience. “Sounds good. Bye.” I hang up and smile. “Hi,” I say to the new arrival. “Can I help you?”
The woman steps into the room, hand extended. “I’m Tammy. I’ve been assigned to help you until you hire your own assistant.”
I grasp her offered hand and shake. “Nice to meet you.” I release my hold and gesture to an open seat. “Please, tell me a little about yourself.”
She smiles self-consciously and smoothes a non-existent loose hair behind an ear. “Not much to tell, really. I’ve worked at Parkerson for about two years.”
“What department were you in?”
Tammy wrinkles her button nose. “Ad design.”
“Not your favorite, I presume?”
“It wasn’t bad. Not great, either. My degree is in marketing with a minor in business. I’ve worked for banks and pharmaceutical companies… Decided a change was in order a few years ago.” She shrugs. “The art end of advertising isn’t where I’d hoped to specialize.” Her eyes fill with an eager light. “I immediately volunteered when I heard you’d need someone while you settled in.”
“Great. I could sure use a hand today.” I stand and motion toward the expanse of boxes hauled in from my old office. “Want to help me unload and organize? It’s not fun. But we have to start somewhere.”
With a nod and a shared smile, we set to work. She even helps me hang the framed prints I brought from home. Including them in my new office space reminds me of two passions: photography and the way I felt when I took the pictures, and the second, Tony. The man who bought me a new camera to encourage something I love that’s just for me. As far as beginnings go, today could have been much worse.
Tammy leaves for lunch around noon and I grab my phone, eager to see if Tony’s texted me. I made a conscious effort not to check while Tammy and I were unpacking—it was difficult to resist digging my phone out every ten minutes. He’s left two messages since our call this morning.
His first one, Can’t get that cock ring out of my head, came in shortly after nine a.m.
My inner voice chimes in with the obvious, You’ve got it bad, girlfriend.
Yeah—and so what if I do? After the assholes I’ve dated, is it any wonder I’m still in shock over how great Tony is?
I scroll down through my texts to see he tried me again two hours later.
Feel like anything in particular tonight for dinner?
My heart beats faster, the desire to dial his cell feels like a baby bird attempting first flight is trapped in my chest. I take a deep breath to calm down. I don’t want to appear too eager, right? Then again, he has texted me twice without me responding so I should be okay if I call him. Or maybe I should text him. That’s always safer.
I hate all this uncertainty. All these damn games we play in relationships. Don’t look too eager, don’t be too available, don’t say I love you first. Ugh. Does it ever end?
Before I talk myself out of it, I call him.
He picks up on the third ring, his voice out of breath. “Hey. How’s your first day in the new office?”
Tension eases out of me once I hear him, and I relax into what is becoming my favorite-ever office chair. “Not bad. Spent the morning with my temporary assistant unpacking and planning. And I have a meeting with some of the board after lunch.”
“Nice. Did you get assigned a young male intern who hangs on your every word?”
I laugh. “That would’ve been funny. Not to mention awkward. No, the woman’s name is Tammy. She’s an experienced office worker. Has a good head on her shoulders. I like her. What are you up to?”
“Working on the walls in my apartment. It’s a dirty job. Drywall dust is everywhere.” He sounds happy. Not like the tired man who worked a corporate job late into the night a couple weeks ago.
“Are you dropping hints that you’ll need to sleep at my place tonight?” I know he has several empty apartments being renovated, in a pinch he could sleep in any of them, but I like teasing him.
His voice drops to a seductive whisper, “I promise to make it worth your while.”
I squirm in my seat, all too aware of what his heated rasp feels like against my skin. “Oh really?” I tease. “I’m not so sure I believe you.” A quick glance reveals my office door is shut. “How exactly will you do that?”
“Naughty girl. You want me to tell you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I think I’ll start with a shoulder massage…” His voice drops an octave. “And then when you’re good and relaxed, I’ll roll you over and pin your arms over your head…”
My mouth becomes dry while I picture his scenario. I audibly swallow, eager for him to continue. “Yes…?”
His answering chuckle raises the hairs on my arm. “Well now… you’ll just have to wait and see.”
I’m giddy when we end the call a few minutes later. Giddy as in you’re-acting-like-a-teenager-you-freakin’-idiot. I’m falling for him. Hard. What the hell am I going to do if he doesn’t feel the same way?
Author: CJ Ellisson
Series: Walk and the Wild Side: Best Friends, Book 1
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Red Hot Publishing
Date of Publication: June 2013
ISBN: 9781938601156
ASIN: B00D69AJEY
Number of pages: 180
Word Count: 45k
Formats available: ePub & mobi
Cover Artist: Kim Killion
Blurb:
In order to take control, you often have to let it go…
Carla Johnson thinks issuing orders to a lover will keep her heart safe and leave her in charge of her own destiny. Afraid for Carla’s future, her best friend Heather implores her to change her self-centered ways, handing her a list of love life mistakes to steer clear of:
1. Casual Sex
2. Friends with Benefits
3. Avoidance of Intimacy
Carla ignores the list—unwilling to face she might have a commitment problem. Until she invites a co-worker to her place one night. She instantly regrets the hum-drum sexual encounter and discourages the accountant from pursuing her.
Andy Shea refuses to become another lover the feisty blonde dumps. It'll take a patient man with a strong hand to unlock Carla's sexual awareness and win her heart. He’s up for the challenge to convince her he’s the one—and eager to prove this number cruncher won’t make a boring bedmate.
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Excerpt from chapter five. We’re in Carla’s POV: She’d like to avoid Andy at work and the difficult topic he brings up.
“We still haven’t talked about our night together. How long do you intend to put me off?”
Forever? Damn, I was afraid this would happen. Holding in the heavy sigh longing to escape, I face my pushy co-worker. “No offense, but I’m not interested in dating an accountant.”
“Excuse me?” His tone comes out sharper than I’ve ever heard from him. “Do you think I’m not worthy of you because of my job?”
“Umm… no. Sorry.” That’s exactly it, but saying so is bitchier than I’d like. I switch to the next file and give him my back. “Listen, it was a fun night and all, but I want more excitement. Something spicy.”
His footsteps behind me are barely audible over the hum of the copier. Hands rest on my hips and I tense. “You have no idea what you want. You could have excitement right in front of you and you wouldn’t know what to do about it.”
Annoyed, I whip around to face him, dislodging his hands. “Really? And you think I don’t remember the tolerable three minutes we shared?”
His deep blue eyes darken in anger and he leans closer, crowding my space. “I think you recall someone named Johnny and seem to be attributing some of our time together to a dream about him.”
A blush creeps up my cheeks, I do remember having dreamed about an old college flame, but how the hell does he know that? “Umm… I…”
“You called out his name,” his warm breath tickles my lips, “while I pleasured you.”
Startled by the revelation, I dart to the side and make for the door. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His voice whispers when the copier cycles down, “You’re sexy when you let down your guard.”
I turn to face him. He takes two quick strides and captures my mouth. His lips press against mine and a coil of heat unravels in my middle. A warm hand caresses the back of my head, gently drawing me closer.
I open my mouth to protest and his tongue slips inside to spar with my own. The rush of blood pounding through my veins brings a tingly feeling that halts my words before they form. His wide open eyes stare into my own, challenging me with the heat I see simmering in their depths.
His mouth tastes like fresh coffee heavily laced with cream. My knees weaken at the intensity and warmth pouring off him. He nibbles on my bottom lip and a spike of pleasure jolts down my spine, jarring me from the spell he’s weaving.
I place two hands on his chest and push him away. Our lips break and a shudder runs through me. “What the hell was that?” My tone sounds indignant, but my body betrays me with arousal.
Andy smiles, a slow, indulgent curve of his lips. His tongue slips out to run along his full mouth. “I think you know exactly what that was.” He boldly reaches out a hand and runs a finger over my right nipple, peaked hard and pressing against the inside of my bra.
I swat his hand away.
“It’s passion, Carla. Don’t fight it.”
C.J. Ellisson is the USA Today Bestselling author of the New York Times Bestselling book, Vanilla on Top, the bestselling V V Inn series, and several erotica shorts. She lives in northern Virginia with her husband, two children, three dogs, and a fluffy black cat who makes her sneeze.
Unlike most full-time authors, she's also battling severe chronic illness. C.J. works daily to put her Lupus into remission and continues to fight numerous bacterial infections while her immune system slowly attacks her body. She turned to writing when she could no longer work outside the home and claims the escape of penning contemporary fantasy, erotica, and erotic romance has helped save her sanity.
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