Unconventional by Isabel Love
Other Stories by Isabel Love:
About the Author
Isabel Love is a hopeless romantic. She loves reading about two people falling in love, overcoming whatever obstacles they may face, and finding their happily ever after. A husband, two kids, and a full-time job keep her busy by day, but by night, she can be found with her Kindle in hand, reading “just one more chapter.”
Author Social Media Links
The Red by Tiffany Reisz
Craving Justice by Fiona Archer
Father by Clarissa Wild
“This is my sin,” she says, and she licks her fingers and rubs them across her nipples. She moans, and my dick bounces up and down in my pants.
“Is it wrong?” she asks, biting her lip.
I blink a couple of times to try to keep my composure, but I’m burning up with desire. Fuck me; I want to reach through the gaps of the lattice partition so badly.
“It feels wrong,” she whispers, and her hand travels down her body. “Tell me to stop.”
“Only God can tell you what to do,” I answer.
What kind of answer is that? Fuck.
“I can’t speak to him the way you do,” she says, eyeing me. “So … intimately.”
So she did hear everything I said.
Her hand dives between her legs, underneath her skirt, and my cock bursts with need. “I believe you, Frank. You said needs were okay. And I have a lot of needs.”
I lick my lips. “Oh, I can definitely believe that.”
“And I feel … like I need this.” She rubs herself while she looks at me. It’s like she’s not even ashamed anymore. And it’s all my fault. “Like you need this,” she adds.
I frown, rubbing my lips together because I don’t know what to do or say. I can’t admit it. But fuck, do I want her badly. However, I’m a preacher. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this.
“You snooped on me,” I say. “In the chapel. How much did you hear?”
“Enough.” The left side of her lip tips up into a smile. “Was that bad?”
For some reason, it makes me wanna smile too. Guess the cat’s out of the bag. “Maybe.”
“Bad … I like bad,” she murmurs, biting her lip again while she spreads her legs. “I like it when it’s wrong.”
“Is that why you did this before? In the bathroom?”
She nods, and her hand dives down her panties. “I know this is what you want. What you’ve been thinking of all this time … Me,” she says. “C’mon, say it.”
I shake my head. “You know I can’t. We’re in a church.”
“No one has to find out …” she whispers, pressing her fingers to her lips. “It could be our dirty little secret.”
I try to ignore the voice in my head telling me not to cave in, but it’s already too late. My hand rests atop my dick, and I start rubbing it through my clothes.
She closes her eyes and leans her head back against the hard wood, and I take the opportunity to let my eyes glide up and down her body, enjoying the view. She touches herself so seductively that I immediately find myself rubbing faster and faster, trying to keep up the pace. I imagine how her body would look naked. How slick and wet it would be when I brushed my dick along her lips. I can picture it all, and that makes this all so much more frightening. Because … if I already gave into this, there’s no telling what I’ll do next time I see her.
“Fuck …” she murmurs, licking her lips. A soft moan escapes her mouth, and she adjusts herself so I can see her even better. My hand dives into my pants because I’m unable to stop myself any longer.
When she briefly opens her eyes and sees me jerking off, she purrs, “Do you like this?”
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t …” I mutter, stroking my length. “But it’s wrong, and you know it.”
“Then why are we doing it?” she asks.
“Because this is our dirty little secret,” I hiss, feeling the veins in my dick throb with excitement. “And I need to see just how naughty you can get.”
She grins and slides her panties to the side with her index finger, showing me her naked pussy. And fuck me, it makes me one hungry motherfucker. What I wouldn’t give to be able to suck on her clit.
“Is it wrong that we’re doing this?” she asks. “Because I’m so damn wet right now.”
“Do you even care people are just a few feet away from us?” I ask.
She shakes her head, grinning even more. “That only adds to the excitement.”
God, this fucking woman … she sure knows how to make a guy’s heart throb. And his dick too.
At this point, I really don’t care anymore.
Screw the consequences.
I’ve thrown every rule out the window.
I rip down my zipper, unbutton my pants, and pull my dick out of my boxer shorts.
Her eyes widen and immediately focus on my length; her lips parting as if she’s preparing to receive it.
“My eyes are up here,” I muse, smiling.
Other Stories by Clarissa Wild :
Shameless17 Signing Author
Clarissa Wild is signed up and ready to meet YOU at Shameless Book Con 2017!
If you haven’t purchased your tickets yet, you can do so HERE!
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of various erotic romances. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
Dirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin Paige
“no,” he said, pulling his hand from the cup of my bra and moving it lower to play with my belt sash.
He was an asshole even now.
It was such a turn-on.
Shade’s Lady (1001 Dark Nights) by Joanna Wylde
Reapers Motorcycle Club Series Reading Order
Every Little Thing by Samantha Young
“Do you sell a hole in the ground?”
“I’d really like to buy one. You know so it can swallow me.”
“Well … I’ll have to ask Bob if we sell those.”
“If it’s uncomfortable.”
“If what’s uncomfortable?”
“Having your head that far up your ass.”
“You’re a real comedian today, Lawson.”
Hart’s Boardwalk Series Reading Order
The Deep End by Kristen Ashley
Other Stories by Kristen Ashley
“Here you go, Leigh.”
Mirabelle was extending her phone, which was good and bad.
Good because Amélie had not managed to unobtrusively deep breathe, her shallow breaths making her feel light-headed, and she needed something else to focus on.
Bad because what she was focusing on would be the profile of that beast.
She took Mirabelle’s phone and turned it her way.
Translated, that meant:
INITIALS OR OTHER IDENTIFIER
Safe word: Kitten
Inclinations: Into anything
Boundaries, Rules, Unacceptable Play: None
Even with those few words, it was a surprising profile. Experienced subs, the only ones allowed on the floor, knew their boundaries and most had them. In this club, the vast majority were extreme, such as branding, marking, scarring, strangling, sensory deprivation, and so on.
But they had them.
She hadn’t seen a profile that open in a long time.
And the safe word “kitten” showed the beast had a sense of humor. He had the look that just uttering that cute word, which would bring images of the adorable creatures, would make him violently ill.
“Go hit that, tigress,” Mirabelle urged, and Amélie lookedto her.
Before she could say a word, Mirabelle continued.
“Get in there. Three times here, he’ll have heard of you. He’ll be holding out in hopes you’ll be extending the invitation to initiating him to our playrooms. I know it.” She leaned across the table. “Rock his world, lovely.”
She studied her friend, the open excitement, the budding love she was experiencing with her submissive, that time when life takes on clarity so pure and extraordinary, you want everyone to experience it with you.
She turned her head to the beast.
Years of experience only marred twice by two toys she’d had who held great promise, but who eventually fell short of the real thing, taught her that tonight, she would definitely enjoy herself.
But he might be champagne. He might be bourbon. He might, surprisingly, be cognac or port.
The bottom line was that she had to keep expectations low so she wouldn’t be devastated when he didn’t turn out to be top-shelf whisky.
About Kristen Ashley:
Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorize and she hadn’t taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen’s Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.
Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she’s blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).
Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.
And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.
Author Social Media Links
The Pawn by Skye Warren
I cover myself for two breathless moments, shivering in doubt. Except I’m trapped against carved mahogany and muscled flesh. What choice do I have? I move my elbows back to the step behind me, pushing my breasts into his face. My cheeks flush in humiliation.
“Yes, sir,” he says, his voice gentle.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper.
Endgame Series Reading Order
- The Pawn
- The Knight – expected January 31, 2017
Mischief and the Masters by Cherise Sinclair
“You survived, Zuri. Courage doesn’t mean not being scared. In the Marines, we’d say, ‘Courage is endurance for one moment more.’”
“Princesses don’t kneel.” Her sass earned her a raised chin and a sinking feeling in her belly.
Masters of the Shadowlands Series Reading Order
Outsider by Olivia Cunning
Sugar Daddies by Jade West
“I don’t fucking care. Just fuck me.”
“How?” His hand was at my throat, squeezing, and shit I could almost come right there.
“Both at once. Both holes. Fill me and fuck me.”
“Good girl,” he said and kissed me.
He pushed into my throat until I retched.
“Good Girl,” he rasped. “Suck me.”
Other Books by Jade West
About the Author
Jade West is a contemporary erotic author, real life submissive, and former sex chat-line operator, who is plenty used to getting people all steamed up with her dirty mouth. Her debut release, Dirty Bad Wrong, smashed into the Amazon top 100 in February 2015, followed by Dirty Bad Savage in June – an Amazon top 100 bestseller in 4 countries. Dirty Bad Strangers topped the erotica chart, reaching an impressive 13 overall in the US Kindle Store, and the latest tale of debauchery, Dirty Bad Secrets – returning to the heart of Club Explicit has just been unleashed on the public.
Author Social Media Links
Trinity by M. Never
Other Stories by M Never
About the Author
M. Never resides in New York City. When she’s not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant.
She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season.
She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn’t trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi! Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
Author Social Media Links
Hard to Serve by Laura Kaye
Hard Ink Series Reading Order
Blasphemy Series (Preorder)
Mia found herself alone with a kinda pissed-off looking Master Kyler. He wore angry well. As in, the harshness of the set of his jaw and the tight press of his lips and the narrow cut of his eyes—they were all hot, especially coming from a Dom. But she didn’t understand it.
“Um. Hello, Sir,” she finally said when he didn’t say anything.
“Mia,” he said, his gaze raking over her. “You look absolutely stunning tonight.” His voice was like gravel, rough and strained.
“Thank you. Are you okay, Sir?” she asked.
He shook his head. “I don’t…I don’t know.”
“Do you want to sit and talk?” Mia asked, concern for him flooding her.
Suddenly, Kyler pinned her to the cool wall. He braced his hands on either side of her head, and he was erect against her belly. She wanted to drop into a crouch and take him into her mouth. “Do you want vulgar honesty or watered-down politeness?” he asked.
The promise of those words made her core clench with need. “Vulgar honesty.”
He nailed her with a blue-eyed stare. “I don’t want to sit and talk. I want to fuck. Hard. I want to be aggressive. Maybe I even want to be a little mean.”
Mia’s heart was suddenly a runaway train in her chest. Because, sign her up! She let out a shaky breath. “That sounds…like someone’s going to have a good night,” she managed.
Kyler dropped his head to her shoulder on a groan. He knocked his forehead against the bone there once, twice.
“Did I say the wrong thing?” she asked. Because he was totally confusing her.
“That’s the thing, Mia. I don’t know.” He lifted his gaze to hers again.
“How can I help?” she asked.
For a moment, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, and when he opened them, it was like he’d centered himself and made some kind of resolution. “Are you game for what I just described?” He fingered the chunky silver-and-gold choker she wore around her neck.
Heat swept over her, her body already answering, already preparing. “Yes, Sir. I am.”
He gave a tight nod and backed up a step. “Let me show you the room I have in mind.” Taking her hand, he led her down the long hallway that shot off the side of the nave. She wasn’t sure if this was still part of the church building or something else, but she didn’t have long to wonder before Kyler stopped at a door and keyed in a code.
Lights came on as the door opened, and Kyler guided her inside with his hand at the small of her back.
Just the room’s theme turned Mia on. Concrete floor. Cinder-block walls with peeling paint. Light thrown from bare light bulbs surrounded by little cages. An iron cot bed with only a white fitted sheet. Rusted metal cabinet at the side that undoubtedly held a variety of toys and supplies. It looked like a basement or a warehouse—a place where a woman in a beautiful cocktail dress had no business being. A role started taking shape in her mind.
“Do you see where my head is tonight, Mia?” Master Kyler asked, his body almost rigid with tension.
God, she was going to enjoy helping him work out whatever had him so wound up. “Yes, Sir.”
HARD TO SERVE Trailer:
Last Kiss by Laurelin Paige
First and Last Reading Order
The Anatomy of Jane (WJM #1) by Amelia LeFay
“Has anyone ever told you that you have the body of a sinner?”
I couldn’t reply. His lips were on top of mine, his tongue already in my mouth, and my hands moved to grip his tight ass. With everyone else I was Maxwell, the asshole, the ice block, the boss — but with him, I was as good as a bitch in heat.
“Did you tell her she’d actually win the presidency if she embraced the rainbow?”
“I’m amazing. Go on, you can say it.”
She made a face at me, struggling. “It’s all right.. not orgasmic though.”
“It shouldn’t be. At least not with the first bite,” I said, watching as another spoonful entered past her full lips. “A great orgasm doesn’t happen remarkably fast, Ms. Chapman. It’s the buildup and the path that gets you there.” She stared at me, no longer eating, so I took the spoon from her mouth, scooped up more chocolate, and brought it back to her lips. They parted for me. “You feel everything first, your mouth watering. The shiver has gone up your spine… the tingling in your ears and hands. Your nipples are getting harder and harder as your pussy gets wetter and wetter. You should be moaning with pleasure, savoring every inch of it to the point that it is driving you insane, not screaming out, and not giving in. It is then and only then” – I fed her the last bite – “that I let you cum.”
About the Author
Amelia LeFay is a character of my own imagination. She’s a single woman in her mid twenties in love with sex. Dirty sex, rough sex, sex of any type. She’s not a whore or a slut. She believes a woman should be aloud to sexually express herself anyway she wishes.
She stands for Gay Rights, Women’s Rights, the rights of Minorities, and Environmental protection.
She can be a bitch but doesn’t think there is anything wrong with that.
She has uneven boobs, stretch marks on her ass, astigmatism, and thighs that rub together as she walks. (Which means no pair of jeans last as long as she wishes they would.)
But most importantly Amelia is a Dreamer…she has dreams so big it scares even her, because if she fails…if she can’t make it…she feels like nothing.
Author Social Media Links
Dirty Bad Secrets by Jade West
“I hope so,” she breathed then braced herself for another.
Dirty Bad Reading Order
Author Social Media Links
The Professional by Kresley Cole
“Maybe because you make a man want to collar and keep you.”
Perhaps not so promising. I raised my brows with amusement. “I orgasmed three times; you did once. Who’s using whom, Siberian?”
I frowned. “You don’t stress-eat—”
“Cock, Natalie. I was stress-eating cock. There, you made me say it, happy now?”
The Game Maker Series Reading Order
Dirty Deeds by Megan Erickson
“Your cock. In me. Now.”
“Ah, there’s my dirty girl.”
Mechanics of Love Series Reading Order
A Rafflecopter Giveaway
a Rafflecopter giveaway
DISCLOSURE: SBC, LLC and ShamelessBookClub.com, as well as our social media outlets, contain affiliate marketing links, which means we may receive paid commission from the retailer on sales of those products or services we write about. Our editorial and opinion content is not influenced by advertisers or affiliate partnerships.