Kyleigh Jane and LELO’s Mona Wave

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Kyleigh Jane and LELO’s Mona Wave

When LELO approaches you and says, “Yes hi, hello. We would like to send you our newest product that ebbs and flows within you like a lover’s fingers beckoning you toward an almost unbearably intense G-spot orgasm. We send it, you try it out, and let us know what you think,” you say YES, PLEASE.

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It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it.

When the box arrived, I almost didn’t want to open it because the packaging is so exquisite. But let’s be real, I totally opened it, because LELO’s new Mona Wave promises “the orgasm to end all orgasms” with the world’s first G-Spot stimulator to offer wave upon wave of intense sensation.

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Yes, please.

Superficially, the Mona Wave is gorgeous. Soft and sleek in the most beautiful rose color, it is a luxurious addition to my growing LELO collection. Once she was all charged up, I was honestly a little bit intimidated of this “wave motion” that is supposed to replicate the feeling of fingers doing the famed “come hither” motion. But, intimidation be damned, I forged ahead in the name of science.

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Let me start off by saying that I think the wave feature takes some… finesse. I don’t think I’ve mastered the technique yet, but practice makes perfect, as they say, so I’ll keep at it. Angie gave some pointers in her post about the LELO INA Wave, so it might help to check them out here.

Clinical Review: The wave motion can be turned on or off, and the vibration pattern and intensity can be adjusted to your preference. I found it to be great for both internal and external use.

Real Talk Review: It makes you cum long, and it makes you cum hard. Once you master the wave motion, I think this could give blackout orgasms that would put all your other toys to shame.

I’ll just be over here “mastering my technique.”
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The Virgin by Tiffany Reisz

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The Virgin by Tiffany Reisz

Favorite Quotes

Søren shared her with Kingsley all the time. Kingsley even had permission to be with her when Søren wasn’t there. And once Søren had ordered her to spend a week at a mansion in New Hampshire with a man named Daniel. But she was one woman in the back of a Rolls Royce and three different men were about to fuck her.
Happy birthday to her.
“Good fun?” The lock popped open. She shut it again and went to work unlocking it again. “You tied me face down, spread-eagle to your bed and fucked my ass for half the night without letting me come. Then you disappear for three days. Do you have anything to say to that?”
“You’re welcome?” Kingsley said.
“I can’t believe a little thing like that can cause so much pain.”
“Canes are vicious bitches,” Elle said.
“I was talking about you.”
Elle laughed. “I’m a vicious little bitch, too.”
Orgasms are God’s way of saying He’s sorry about periods and cramps.
If he had to set the bed on fire and sacrifice a virgin to get hard, Nora would hand over a lighter, a dagger and every unsullied teenager in a ten-mile radius – that’s how much she wanted him right now.

Favorite Quotes

Søren shared her with Kingsley all the time. Kingsley even had permission to be with her when Søren wasn’t there. And once Søren had ordered her to spend a week at a mansion in New Hampshire with a man named Daniel. But she was one woman in the back of a Rolls Royce and three different men were about to fuck her.
Happy birthday to her.
“Good fun?” The lock popped open. She shut it again and went to work unlocking it again. “You tied me face down, spread-eagle to your bed and fucked my ass for half the night without letting me come. Then you disappear for three days. Do you have anything to say to that?”
“You’re welcome?” Kingsley said.
“I can’t believe a little thing like that can cause so much pain.”
“Canes are vicious bitches,” Elle said.
“I was talking about you.”
Elle laughed. “I’m a vicious little bitch, too.”
Orgasms are God’s way of saying He’s sorry about periods and cramps.
If he had to set the bed on fire and sacrifice a virgin to get hard, Nora would hand over a lighter, a dagger and every unsullied teenager in a ten-mile radius – that’s how much she wanted him right now.

The Original Sinners: The Red Years — Must be read in order

  1. The Siren
  2. The Angel
  3. The Prince
    4. The Mistress

The Original Sinners: The White Years — Must be read in order after The Red Years

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  • The Saint
  • The King
  • The Virgin
  • The Queen
  • After Dark by M. Pierce

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    After Dark by M. Pierce

    Favorite Quotes

    Love is hysteria, and summer makes it worse. Heat spreads the fever. Madness.
    “Stay still. Be a good girl. Watch.”
    When she’s bad, I want to tell her so. I want to take out my anger on her gorgeous body. She doesn’t understand how it provokes me, the sight of her. I am constantly aching.

    Night Owl Trilogy

    1. Night Owl (The Night Owl Trilogy Book 1)
    2. Last Light (The Night Owl Trilogy Book 2)
    3. After Dark (The Night Owl Trilogy Book 3)

      

    The Risk by Skye Jordan

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    The Risk by Skye Jordan

    Favorite Quotes

    She rocked and writhed, emitting sounds of pleasure that could easily have been misconstrued as pain. Shock, pleasure, need, they were all voiced through moans and mewls, music to Noah’s ears as he deliberately inched her toward orgasm. He let his thumbs stroke her wet opening and the sensitive surrounding skin while his tongue ferreted out the nub trying to hide inside her plump folds. And once he uncovered her sweet clit, he gently drew it between his lips and suckled. And suckled. And suckled.
    “Bring it, baby,” he murmured to her, adding a little tilt of his pelvis when their hips met to stroke her clit. “Give me another one.”
    A tingle of pain brought her gaze to the skin beneath her fingers as she touched her collarbone.
    The small, red, diamond-shaped welt there shot her mind back twelve hours. To her cheek crushed against the mattress. To Noah’s weight forcing the front of her body into the softness on every long, deep stroke of his cock from behind. To her hands trapped against the bed at eye level, their fingers threaded, his flexing and clenching with each thrust. To his teeth sinking into the skin above her collarbone as she’d climaxed and bowed with pleasure so intense, she felt absolutely no pain.
    “Finger-licking good,” Noah added, raising a finger to his mouth, one with her juices clinging to his skin. The spark in her eye as she watched him lick her from his finger in a room filled with his friends had to be the hottest thing Noah had ever seen.
    She groaned and rocked her hips to take his fingers deeper. Noah pushed home, bringing pressure and heat, then dragged from her body, making her hum a plea for more. She rocked her hips to facilitate the finger fucking she craved. And the hotter she got, the harder and deeper she sucked his cock. But without direct stimulation to her clit, she couldn’t come. She just rose and rose and rose without tipping over the edge.

    The Risk (Xtreme Heroes 1)

    Also by Skye Jordan – The Renegades Series – SBC Recommended

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    Excerpt from The Risk by Skye Jordan

    He hobbled to the double doors, then followed the hallway of heated slate to the kitchen, where the mystery noises had originated. And, yep, there was
    definitely another female standing behind the open refrigerator door—the slim, pretty bare feet and fire-engine-red toenails confirmed it.

    But the ménage idea slid further out of the picture when he focused on the trashcan sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor.

    What the hell?
    He rubbed his face, trying to force himself more awake, then pressed a hand against the nearest wall, drew a breath, and said, “Hello?”

    “Oh, you’re awake.” Her voice was as pretty as her feet. Already an improvement over the woman on his couch. Maybe his standards hadn’t fallen all that far
    after all. But her voice was also extremely clear and perky, which was highly annoying under the circumstances. “Sorry, I was trying to be quiet, but it’s
    getting late, and there’s a lot to do.”

    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He rubbed his eyes again and focused on the counters, which were covered with crap from the cupboards. Another
    flash of annoyance singed his skin. “Who are you? And what the hell are you doing?”

    She peeked her head around the fridge. “It’s me, Julia— Oh. Wow. Nice look.” Her gaze took a quick scan of his body before she disappeared behind the
    fridge door again. “You’re taller than I expected. Aren’t most snowboarders smallish? Bet you have to compensate for a higher-than-average center of
    gravity. You’ll have to explain all that to me. But go ahead and get dressed first. I’ve got my work cut out for me here anyway.” She paused only a second
    before muttering, “Talk about toxic…”

    Noah’s mind was spinning into one hellacious knot. He’d barely caught more than a glimpse of dark hair and a slim face, one he didn’t recognize any more
    than that of the woman in his theater.

     

    Thud, thud, thud.
    Yogurt cups flew into the trashcan.

    “Expired,” she muttered. “It’s a miracle you haven’t gotten E. coli from all the crap in here.”

    “What the hell are you doing?” Christ, he didn’t want to deal with this now—but there was a stranger in his house, tearing apart his kitchen, and another
    barely dressed in his theater. And Noah didn’t know what the hell was happening.

    He limped into the kitchen and leaned against the counter opposite the refrigerator. With his hands braced on the granite, he took all pressure off his bad
    foot. But it was too late. The damn thing throbbed as if it were inhabited by an alien. Looked a lot like something off an alien too, puffy and discolored.

    This was seriously screwed. His body was a complete pile of shit. It had been almost four goddamned months since the accident, and he was done
    with this injury. He’d worked his ass off to heal, had made real strides. Now this?

    He pried his gaze from his foot and focused on strange woman number two. She was dressed in a blue-and-purple sport tank top and black, shin-length workout
    pants that hugged a sleekly curved backside. His gaze traveled over her tight ass, up to her sculpted shoulders, and paused on her dark ponytail. Noah
    immediately reassessed the ménage theory. This was a sporty chick, the kind Noah never chose to share his bed—or sofa, in this situation. He got enough of
    the athletic type on the slopes. The woman in his theater, he understood bringing home. This one was—no..

    He thought back to the night before. Maybe she was a new member of the US Snowboarding team he didn’t know. Maybe she was some crazy-ass fangirl or groupie
    who’d tagged along last night.

    This Julia chick pulled Styrofoam cartons filled with leftovers from various restaurants and tossed them into the trash—most of which contained steak,
    lobster, or shrimp.

    “Whoa,” he said. “That’s all still good—”

    “You’re going to have to stop eating out.” She cut him off, her voice matter-of-fact but resolute. “Almost all restaurants cook with lousy oils. You’re
    getting way too many trans-fatty Omega 6s. We’ll have to beef up your Omega 3s. You’ll see a difference in a week from that change alone.”

    “What in the hell…?” he murmured, his mind beginning to open to the idea that she was a nut job on the loose. “How did you get into my house?”

    “Your garage door is open. I just came through there.” She pulled out the vegetable drawer and made a low, ugly sound in her throat, then proceeded to pull
    out plastic bags filled with produce and drop them in the trash as if they might contaminate her. “I figured you were still sleeping since you were out
    last night when Drake and I talked to you.”

    “Drake?” That was the key to this problem—Noah’s meddling agent. “I should have known. Are you his new girlfriend or something?”

    She cut Noah a glare. “As if.”

    Her attitude annoyed him. This was his house, dammit. “Answer me, or I’m calling the police.”

    She turned to face him with two jars of jam, one in each hand, and her front view was as impressive as her backside. Full, high breasts filling the Lycra
    fabric of her workout tank, a flat belly showing between the hem of her top and the low waistband of her pants, and smooth thighs filling the black tights.

    She was pretty too. A few years younger than him, she had a pixie-sweet face with smooth skin, high cheekbones and wide eyes. The kind of face that didn’t
    need makeup to look great. Maybe there was something to the athletic type after all.

    “I was sitting in Drake’s office when you were on speaker with him last night,” she said, “so don’t try to pretend you don’t know anything about me.”

    He put a palm to one eye and rubbed at the pain throbbing there. “Yeah, well…last night is still a little blurry.” He dropped his hand with frustrating
    scenarios popping to mind. “Shit, please tell me Drake didn’t send you to teach me yoga or something equally stupid.”

    With heavy lids and an expression of disgust, she tossed both jars of perfectly good jam into the trash. “Yoga my ass.”

    “What the…?” He fished the jam out of the trash and set it on the counter next to all the other food she’d pulled from his cabinets. “Would you knock that
    shit off? Look, I don’t know what Drake said, but—”

    “Are you still drunk?”

    “No,” he said, then closed his eyes, searching for patience. “I just don’t remember the conversation.”

    “Un-freaking-believable.” She let the fridge door close, turned, and yanked open a cabinet, then grabbed his Lucky Charms in one hand, his Cocoa Puffs in
    the other.

    “Uh-uh,” he said. “No way.”

    “Noah, baby…” The female voice coming from the opposite direction stopped him from grabbing his treasured boxes of cereal. He’d completely forgotten about
    the fling chick.

    He turned as she walked into the kitchen in exactly what she’d been wearing on the sofa, nothing but bra and panties.

     

    Fuuuuuuuck.
    He certainly wasn’t a prude, but he wasn’t interested in flaunting his poor judgment either.

    But there she was, standing in his kitchen, blurry eyed, big tits, curvy ass, long legs, bottle-blonde hair, and heavy makeup. She might look smeared and
    smudged now, but he was sure she’d looked damn flashy last night. At least that was what his morning-after brain was telling him. Now, though, there was no
    denying she looked about as good as Noah felt. Which reminded him he couldn’t look much better.

    He dropped his head and rubbed his eyes on a heavy exhale of defeat.

     

    What a clusterfuck.

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    Monday, March 16, 2015 (Excerpt 1)

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    Romancing Rakes For the Love of Romance

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    All I Want and More Books

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    Tuesday, March 17, 2015 (Excerpt 2)

    Read Your Writes Book Reviews

    Riverina Romantics

    Eclectic Passions

    Cricket’s Chirps

    Kimmy Loves to Read

    So Many Reads

    Wednesday, March 18, 2015 (Excerpt 3)

    I Love Books

    A Closet Full of Books

    Ramblings From This Chick

    Joyfully Reviewed

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    Romance Junkies

    Book Lovin’ Mamas

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    Straight Shootin’ Book Reviews

    Friday, March 20, 2015 (Excerpt 5)

    Recommended Romance

    Klaire’s Kollection

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    Same Book, Different Review

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    Driven by Fate by Tessa Bailey

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    Driven by Fate by Tessa Bailey

    Favorite Quotes

    “Spread your legs. I’d like to know the exact color of your pussy before I make it cry.”
    “While you’re working today, in those leggings that outline your tight handful of a pussy, I’ll be deciding what to do with you—whether I want to watch that compact body work to please mine on top, watch you buck and moan and strain to fit me.” He wanted to swallow her answering whimper, but knew it would mean an end to his restraint. “Or whether I want to secure you face down on my bed, prop your temptress backside in the air, and introduce you to my cock the hard way. You won’t remember what the fuck to call me by then. You’ll only know two words. More and please. More and please.” He slid his hand over her right hip, let it linger on her ass, before he raised his hand and brought it down hard with a loud smack, sending her body flush with his. “Do we understand each other so far?”
    “I mean, I will chase you down, overpower you, and ram my cock as deep as you can take it. I’m going to leave your innocent white panties on while I do it, too. I want a reminder that I’ve got an eager young beginner spreading her legs for me.”
    “You will pick up exactly one more fare.” Slowly, he slid his touch up her thigh until he could grip her pussy. Squeeze it until she gasped. “Wherever we end up, I will be laying you flat on this seat, stripping you from the waist down and orgasming you with my tongue. I’ll wager you’ll buck like a wild horse, won’t you? One that badly needs to be broken.”
    “Let me go,” she ground out. “I hate you.” A muscle jumped in his cheek. “Good. You’ll come all the harder for it.”
    “Maybe I should stroke off while you watch from your knees, not allowed to touch. Show you what happens to girls in white nightgowns who fuck their man through his clothes. I’m so hard and full that I’m leaking, you beautiful brat.”
    “Oh, I can.” He enunciated each word through his teeth. “I will. I will sweat and come and curse all over you. And then I’ll go downstairs and introduce myself as the man who will be making an appearance whenever you require my heavy cock. The one that makes you behave.” He reared back with his hips and slammed into her. “Does that make me a bad man, Francesca?”

    Serve Series Reading Order — Can be read standalone

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    Mistaken by Fate / Katee Robert
    Betting on Fate / Katee Robert
    Driven by Fate / Tessa Bailey
    Protecting Fate / Katee Robert

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    Floored by Melanie Harlow

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    I heard the Wicked Witch’s voice in my head: These things have to be done delicately. Yes. That would be my key word- delicately. I would delicately entice him with my delicate lavender scent. I would delicately parry his advances. And then perhaps I would indelicately bang him right here on the couch.
    “Open your legs, Homecoming Queen.”
    “It’s the strangest feeling- to love someone this way.” He slid both hands down the sides of my ribs to the small of my back. “I want to protect you. Cherish you. Worship you.” He gripped my ass hard, pulled me tight to him and spoke right in my ear. “But then I want to fuck you so hard it hurts. Take your body. Claim it. Make it mine.”

    Frenched

    1. Frenched
      1.5 Yanked: A Frenched Novella
    2. Forked (Frenched Book 2)
    3. Floored (Frenched Book 3)

       

    The Prince by Sylvain Reynard

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    The Prince by Sylvain Reynard

    Favorite Quotes

    “I’ll do more than tell you. But I’m afraid you’ll have to leave this piazza.”

    Julia glanced over his shoulder at the fountain.

    She sighed. “It’s hard for me to leave.”

    “But we’ll be together.” He tugged her into his arms. “Tonight I’ll help you touch the stars. And
    when you fall back to earth, I promise to catch you.”

    Florentine Series Reading Order

    1. The Prince (Novella)
    2. The Raven

    Excerpt from THE PRINCE by Sylvain Reynard

    In the distance, the Prince could hear voices and muffled sounds.

    He approached silently, almost floating across the floor.

    Desperate groans and the rustling of fabric filled his ears, along with the twin sounds of rapidly beating hearts. He could smell their scents, the
    aromas heightened due to their sexual arousal.

    He growled in reaction.

    The corridor was shrouded in darkness but the Prince could see that the professor had his wife up against a window between two statues, her legs
    wrapped around his waist.

    Her voice was breathy as she spoke, but the Prince tuned out her words, moving closer so he could catch a glimpse of her lovely face.

    At the sight of it, flushed with passion, his old heart quickened and he felt the stirrings of arousal.

    It was not his custom to observe rather than participate. But on this occasion, he decided to make an exception. Careful to remain in the darkness, he
    moved to the wall opposite the couple.

    The woman squirmed in her lover’s arms, her high heels catching on his tuxedo jacket. Her fingers flew to his neck, undoing his bow tie and tossing it
    carelessly to the floor.

    She unbuttoned his shirt, and her mouth moved to his chest, as murmurs of pleasure escaped his lips.

    The Prince felt more than desire as he watched the woman’s eager movements. He caught a glimpse of her exquisite mouth and the toss of her long hair
    that would no doubt feel like silk between his fingers.

    She lifted her head to smile at the man who held her close and he could see love in her eyes.

    The Ex (The Boss Book 4) by Abigail Barnette

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    The Ex (The Boss Book 4) by Abigail Barnette

    Favorite Quotes

    “I am going to eat you, Sophie. I’m going to restrain you and take as much of that delicious cunt as I want. Until you’re begging me to stop. Until you’re begging for my cock.”

    The Boss

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    The King by Tiffany Reisz

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    The King by Tiffany Reisz

    Favorite Quotes

    “Well, if she behaved like a normal person, she wouldn’t be Nora, would she?”
    “I don’t understand,” the blond said.
    “Do you want to understand?”
    “It’s why I’m here.”
    “Then follow me. I’ll be your tour guide through hell.”
    “Then I like him. I’ve never met a kinky priest before. He has a nice voice. Stern but soothing. I want to call him ‘sir’ and serve him tea and crumpets and listen to him read The Hobbit to me.”
    “You’ll have to forgive me. I’m a man who loves both men and women. You give me a woman who dresses like a man, and it’s…” Kingsley paused. “What was the thing that crippled Superman?”
    “Lois Lane’s pussy?”
    “Kryptonite,” Kingsley said. “A woman in a suit is my Kryptonite.”
    “Everything…dangerous word.”
    “Um…well, they’re very fundamentalist. They believe women should submit to their husbands.”
    “That’s terrible. What if the husband’s the submissive?”
    “It’s always a pleasure forcing you to do things you don’t want to do.”
    Søren laughed softly. Kingsley loved making Søren laugh. Kingsley theorized the whole course of human evolution had led to Søren, and when he laughed, the world knew it had done a good job with its work.
    “Søren had fallen in love with a baby domme who had a sadistic streak in her as wide as her smile. This girl would have men at her feet all her life by her will or theirs and whether they liked it or not. Most of them would like it.”
    “What’s your poison?” The bartender asked, and Kingsley answered, “Blondes.”
    “You bastard, he said, shaking his head. “A fucking Jesuit priest.” “Actually, a nonfucking Jesuit priest. They haven’t rescinded the vows of celibacy yet.”
    “He invented brooding. He holds the patent on brooding. He gets royalties whenever anyone broods. You just haven’t seen him do it yet.”
    “I did my part by coming back to you,” he said. “God did His part to keep you alive long enough for me to get here. Now you do your part and make yourself worthy of the second chance you’ve been given.”
    “The true test of love is not always ‘Will you fight for it?’ The real test of true love is often ‘Are you willing to give it up?'”
    He would fuck in the present. The past could go fuck itself.

    The Original Sinners: The Red Years — Must be read in order

    1. The Siren
    2. The Angel
    3. The Prince
    4. The Mistress

    The Original Sinners: The White Years — Must be read in order after The Red Years

    1. The Saint
    2. The King
    3. The Virgin
    4. The Queen (TBD)

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    Excerpt

    “How much trouble am I in for getting out of the car without permission?” Kingsley asked.

    “None,” Søren said, and Kingsley was wildly disappointed. “Let’s go. We can make it back to school by tonight.”

    Kingsley followed him back to the car. The driver opened the door for them. When they were alone again, Kingsley said, “Or…”

    “Or what?” Søren demanded.

    “Or we could find a hotel and fuck in a real bed for once.”

    “We’re not on a date. And here I was wondering where the real Kingsley had gone.”

    “What do you mean?” he asked as the driver opened the car door for them. He slipped inside and Søren followed. They were on the road again before Søren answered.

    “When you were with Claire—I wasn’t sure you were the same Kingsley I know and barely tolerate.”

    “Why? Because I like kids?”

    “You were good with her.”

    “Kids are fun,” he said. What else was there to say?

    “I never considered you would like children.”

    “Well…I do. So what?”

    “Nothing,” Søren said, laughing to himself. “Nothing at all.”

    “I know you see me as some kind of pervert,” Kingsley said. “But believe or not, I am a human being. Yes, I like kids. I might want kids someday. I don’t have much of a family anymore. If I want a family I’ll have to make my own. Sometimes I have thoughts that don’t have anything to do with sex. I’m not just your toy, you know. I have feelings and—”

    His impassioned “I have feelings” speech ended abruptly when Søren grabbed him hard by the back of the hair and brought his mouth down in a brutal kiss. Kingsley almost pulled away so he could finish his tirade before realizing he wanted the kiss so much more than the fight.

    Kingsley returned the kiss with equal and greater passion. Søren yanked Kingsley’s jacket off him and threw it on the floorboard. Kingsley pulled his own shirt off and rolled on to his back on the bench seat. He’d remember the sensation of leather on his bare back all his life.

    “Have you ever had sex in the back of a Rolls Royce?” Kingsley asked, trying not to rip Søren’s shirt in his rush to unbutton it. He needed Søren’s skin on his skin right now.

    “No,” Søren said. “But ask me that question again in an hour.”

    Before Kingsley could respond to that, Søren grabbed his wrists, pinned them over Kingsley’s head and kissed him again—deeper, slower, but no less punitive. Kingsley groaned, and Søren slapped a hand over his mouth.

    “Quiet,” Søren said into Kingsley’s ear. “We aren’t alone, and I’ll gag you until you choke if I have to. Understand?”

    Kingsley nodded against Søren’s hand. A curtain and partition separated them from the driver. He couldn’t see them, but if they were loud enough, he could hear them. He’d disobeyed Søren’s orders to stay in the car, he’d yelled at him and talked back. He was going to get it this time.

    Good.

    Søren kissed him again. Kingsley kept his sounds of pleasure to a minimum even when Søren reached between their bodies, unzipped Kingsley’s pants, and stroked him hard. Every muscle in Kingsley’s stomach tightened. He sucked in his breath sharply from the shock of pleasure. It took every bit of self-control not to moan audibly.

    “You like this?” Søren asked.

    “God, yes, so much,” Kingsley said, lifting his hips against Søren’s hand. He spoke in French and English. He was about to lose control of more than his language skills if Søren didn’t stop touching him like that.

    “I think you like it too much.” Søren rose up on his knees and looked down at Kingsley.

    “I don’t. I really don’t. I like it exactly as much as you want me to.”

    “You’re pathetic when you’re turned on.”

    “I am so pathetic right now.”

    An Abundance of Katherines by John Green

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    When it comes to girls (and in Colin’s case, it so often did), everyone has a type. Colin Singleton’s type was not physical but linguistic: he liked Katherines. And not Katies or Kats or Kitties or Cathys or Rynns or Trinas or Kays or Kates or, God forbid, Catherines. K-A-T-H-E-R-I-N-E. He had dated nineteen girls. All of them had been named Katherine. And all of them- every single solitary one- had dumped him.
    I love you, Katherine. The name sounded different in his mouth when spoken to her; it became not the name with which he had been so long obsessed, but a word that described only her, a word that smelled like lilacs, that captured the blue of her eyes and the length of her eyelashes.
    What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable? How very odd, to believe God gave you life, and yet not think that life asks more of you than watching TV.
    It rather goes without saying that Katherine drank her coffee black. Katherines do, generally. They like their coffee like they like their ex-boyfriends: bitter.
    He wanted to draw out the moment before the moment- because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.
    “I just want to do something that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.”
    He missed that, too, and it hadn’t even happened. He missed his imagined future. You can love someone so much, he thought. But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
    “And the moral of the story is that you don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.”

    An Abundance of Katherines

    Last Light (The Night Owl Trilogy) by M. Pierce

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    December is the cruelest month to die in.
    “Run away,” he whispered in my ear. “Make this good for me, Hannah. Make me believe you don’t want it. Fight me.”
    Why did I always do the worst things? Why did I always arrange my life so that it was on the brink of collapse? The answer came to me as if it had only been waiting for the question. Because happiness is useless to me. Because I need agony and heat in my life.
    I let people get a good look at my face, which is just another mask for the heart.
    And tomorrow, and the next day, there would be time for me to be strong. Time for me to handle this like an adult. But for now- I sat on the kitchen floor and cried like a child.
    “What do you think you are, Hannah, a player in his game? The queen to his king?” He lowered his head so that his mouth hovered beside my ear. He smelled like winter, smoky and masculine. “No, I’ll tell you what you are.” His breath whispered along my neck. He pressed against my thigh and I felt the hard length of his dick. “You’re a class A drug.”

    The Night Owl Trilogy

    1. Night Owl (The Night Owl Trilogy)

    2. Last Light (The Night Owl Trilogy)

    3. After Dark (The Night Owl Trilogy)

      

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    Exposed by Fate by Tessa Bailey

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    Oliver bared his teeth and bit her nipple through the material, watching her reaction. If he lived to be two hundred, he hoped he never forgot it, how she sounded, how she felt. Her legs tightened around his waist like a vise, and she yanked his head closer, gasping his name like a prayer. All in the space of three seconds.
    “I’ll tell you what I was doing.” The hand in her hair tightened and yanked. “I had my cock in my hand, jerking myself blind to a picture of you in a white bikini. From that week we all spent in the Hamptons your senior year. I pictured you on your hands and knees in the sand, me giving it to you hard enough from behind to work your tits free of that top.”
    Did they call it a crush because it made you want to crush objects with your fists until every man with a pair of eyeballs stopped looking at her?
    Oliver Preston looked at a woman as though he were already inside them.
    “You will come right now, Eliza, or I’ll put you over my knee and whip it out of you.”
    “I won’t take you with my cock until you’ve accepted my apology by coming on my lips. On my tongue. As many times as it takes.”
    Mine.  What does that word mean to you?”….Slap.  “It means other men don’t get the pleasure of your time.  They don’t get to look at the body that shakes underneath me.  They don’t get to hear the voice that screams my fucking name.”

    Serve Series Reading Order — Can be read standalone

    Owned by Fate / Tessa Bailey
    Exposed by Fate / Tessa Bailey
    Mistaken by Fate / Katee Robert
    Betting on Fate / Katee Robert
    Driven by Fate / Tessa Bailey
    Protecting Fate / Katee Robert

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    Killer Queen: A Painted Faces Novel by L.H. Cosway

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    Ruin by CD Reiss

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    “And what’s your job in all this?”
    “My job is to fuck you until the neighbors think I’m murdering you.”
    “You’re garbage.” I was clothed in him, a corset laced tight with desire and pain. I wanted his fingers to dig into me and find my filth, my foulness. Only he could find it and grind it out. There was only one way to do that. There had only ever been one way. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, you worthless piece of shit.”
    “You’re going to cry, Contessa. But not in pain.” He put my knee over the hood of the car, and he got in even deeper, groaning. He went slowly, rotating his hips gently.
    “You won’t weep from being hurt. Not from me. You’re going to shed tears from coming so hard you forget who you are. And when you return, you’ll remember you’re mine, and you’ll cry then too.” He pumped me hard, once, and I screamed in surprise. “And you’ll cry again.”
    “I was going to break from the inside out of he didn’t bend me into nameless shapes.”
    “Respect isn’t treating me like I’m made of sugar.  Because I’m not.  I’m made of cum and saliva.  I’m made of salty sweat, and I taste like fucking.  I sound like an orgasm that’s so hard you can’t even scream, and I fuck like a closed fist.”
    “Do it until I break,” I hissed. “Make me cry.”
    Who could be angry while laughing and wearing a shirt covered in cum?

    Songs of Corruption Series Reading Order

    1. Spin
    2. Ruin

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    Unteachable by Leah Raeder

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    It seems like the whole world has figured out how to be happy, but no one’s letting me in on the secret.
    This is mine, I thought as he fucked me. This body, this act, this man, all mine. This belongs to my heart and my skin and no one can take it from me because it is etched there, indelibly.
    “There are moments, when you’re getting to know someone, when you realize something deep and buried in you is deep and buried in them, too. It feels like meeting a stranger you’ve known your whole life.”

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    Looking For Alaska by John Green

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    “So this guy,” I said, standing in the doorway of the living room. “François Rabelais. He was this great poet. And his last words were ‘I go to seek a Great Perhaps.’ That’s why I’m going. So I don’t have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.”
    “Don’t you know who you love, Pudge? You love the girl who makes you laugh and shows you porn and drinks wine with you. You don’t love the crazy sullen bitch.” And there was something to that, truth be told.
    She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different.
    We had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless.

    Looking For Alaska

    1. Looking for Alaska

    Burying Water: A Novel by K.A. Tucker

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    He said the truth is like that water: it doesn’t matter how hard you try to bury it; it’ll always find some way back to the surface. It’s resilient.”

    Burying Water: A Novel

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    Raced by K. Bromberg

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    Raced is a Reading Companion to the Bestselling Driven Series, not meant to be read as a standalone book.

    Favorite Quotes

    Add another demon to the pile within because I sure as fuck don’t deserve a quick stop in Heaven before I take the long ride to Hell, but I’m taking it.
    I want my cake and eat her too.
    Thank fuck I survived the crash because I need this little slice of Heaven right now, and I sure as shit know this was going to be one of the first things I’d miss if I died and landed in Hell.

    The Driven Trilogy

    1. Driven (The Driven Trilogy Book 1)

    2. Fueled (The Driven Trilogy Book 2)

    3. Crashed (The Driven Trilogy Book 3)

    4. Raced: (Reading Companion to the bestselling Driven Series) (The Driven Trilogy Book 4)

       

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