Wednesday, June 17, 2015


Book Title
Vixen (Kiss and Tell: Encounters of a Prostitute Vol. 1)

Author: Shakuita Johnson
Book Genre
Short Erotica
Page Numbers
Published by Shakuita Johnson

Mature audiences only. Contains M/F scenes and adult language
This is the first installment in a six part serial. Although each can be read as a standalone, it is best to read them in order.
Clarissa is an acclaimed journalist and blogger who sets out to show the erotic side of prostitution by writing a blog article for her followers. She speaks to six women, in six different cities, asking them to tell her one of their hottest encounters with a client.
The first woman she interviews goes by the name of Vixen. After suffering tragedies no child should endure, she found a way to take back control of her life. She recites the hot and steamy scenes with her client, Brandon.

When I was a girl, if you would have asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I guarantee you "prostitute" wouldn't have been my response. But shit happens and we find ourselves doing whatever we need to survive. Make no mistake, I am a survivor. My parents died in a car accident when I was ten years old. Being the only child of only children meant I had a one-way ticket to the nearest foster home. I hated it. I missed my parents and wanted to go home. Since that would never happen, I raged at the world.
The couple they placed me with had three other children in their care — all older boys, the youngest being fifteen. The only upside, I had my own room — co-habitation was frowned upon.
"May I interrupt, Vixen?" Clarissa Cantrell, the journalist interviewing me, asks.
"Of course. You are paying me for this, after all. It's not like I'm missing out on any money from my other activities." I smirk.
Clarissa is doing a piece for her blog on prostitutes. Why? I have no idea. All I know is I’m getting paid top dollar for the next three hours of my time. I have no problem making twice what I would have made lying on my back by merely sitting down.
"Would you say your parents’ accident changed you? Made you jaded toward life and landed you in the position you now face?" Clarissa asks.
I consider her question for a moment. Was I jaded? In those beginning months, I was angry, sad, lonely, and suffered from a bit of denial, but jaded?
"I don't think I became jaded until a few years later, when I had to move to another foster home. The first one became a sanctuary in comparison," I reply.
"Why don't you tell me about it before we move on to the topic at hand?" Clarissa asks.
"All right. I may not even remember it all. I don't really like to dwell on it, but I'll do my best."

Shakuita Johnson is a 30-year-old Psychology major. When she isn't going to school or working, she is doing what she loves most. Writing. She started writing in middle school. She would write poetry in her room or the middle of the night. Then she was introduced to short stories in a creative writing course her senior year. Her love for paranormal and supernatural started with R.L. Stine Goosebumps books and TV shows, Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles, and Christopher Pike books. She is an avid reader with over 100 books on her bookshelf and 1000 plus on her iPad. She also loved to watch Charmed and Buffy the Vampire Slayer with her mom.
Dark Indiscretions is her first novel and is a Paranormal Thriller. She has followed it up with Dark Indiscretions: Monster Unleashed, Dark Indiscretions: A Prequel, and Dark Indiscretions: Seer Destined.
She has also released her Dark Romance which has a bit of suspense entitled And So She Waited.
She is currently working on Kiss and Tell: Encounters of a Prostitute, a six part erotica serial.


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TITLE – Beloved Enemy

SERIES – The Destiny Trilogy

AUTHOR – Hywela Lyn

GENRE – Science Fiction Romance

PUBLISHER – The Wild Rose Press




Cat Kincaid is obsessed with killing the man she believes is responsible for the torture and death of her sister, but when she eventually catches up with him, survival becomes a greater priority than revenge.

Kerry Marchant, haunted by memories, regret and self-blame, shields himself from the pain of the past by committing himself totally to the starship, Destiny, of which he is part owner. However, the beautiful, red haired woman who reminds him of his lost love, and who he suspects is working for a corrupt regime, represents a possible threat not only to the ship, but to his heart.

Marooned on an inhospitable planet, they need to work together to stay alive, fighting not only unknown assailants, but their growing attraction. But how can they learn to trust each other when he has vowed never to get close to a woman again, and she made a solemn pledge to destroy him?

EXCERPT (Unedited)

Before she could fire, Kerry let off another barrage of plasma bolts into the river, then leapt toward her and ripped the severed tentacle from her leg. It flapped around on the wet grass. She scrambled to her knees, still slightly winded and fired at the hideous thing. The foliage around it flared for a moment with an eerie green flame and the tentacle shrivelled into a slimy black mass, emitting a pungent odour and causing her to gag for a moment. 

“It seems I was mistaken about the creature being dead.” Kerry prodded the smouldering mass with his boot and looked across over the water. “It is now.” He leaned down and grasped her wrist to haul her to her feet. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Her shoulder was sore and probably bruised but she’d live. She tried to control her shivering. The incident affected her more than she wanted to admit. Kerry’s proximity, naked to the waist, his lithe body shining from the water droplets that still clung to his skin, his legs swathed in tight black leather, did nothing to help. The last thing she wanted was for him to realise how scared she’d been when she thought a snake attacked her. “Thanks. That was close. It would have been a bit ironic if I’d been killed by the same creature I saved you from.” 

She realized he still grasped her wrist. She tried to move away, but he pulled her back, obliging her to turn to him. 

“You are trembling.” 

“I’m fine.” 

“No,” he said. “You’re not.” He pulled her closer and his eyes softened, his gaze holding her mesmerized. She opened her mouth to try to speak, but in the same instant he put his hand under her chin and his lips closed over hers.


Me 2015

Hywela Lyn has lived most of her life in Wales, and the beautiful countryside and legends inspired her to write. Although she now lives in a small village in England, she is very proud of her Welsh heritage and background. She enjoys weaving romantic tales of the future, and distant, mysterious worlds. Her pen name is a combination of her first two names. 'Hywela’ is Welsh and her first name but it was never used and she has always been called by her second Christian name, Lyn. One thing remains constant in her writing: The power of love. Love, not only between her hero and heroine, but between friends and siblings, and for their particular world and the creatures that share it.

She is crazy about all animals, especially horses. She lives with her long suffering husband, Dave, and has two horses, two ferrel cats and an adopted lovable but manic terrier called Choccy.

Hywela Lyn’s debut novel, 'Starquest', a futuristic romance was published by The Wild Rose Press who also published her second book in the Destiny series, 'Children of the Mist'. ‘Beloved Enemy’ which continues the Destiny series is coming soon from the same publisher.




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TITLE – Palace Secrets

SERIES – Palace Secrets #1

AUTHOR – Ravyn Rayne

GENRE – Romantic Erotica, Historical


LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 25k words

PUBLISHER – Blushing Books

COVER ARTIST – Blushing Books



Love comes in many forms and always at a price.

At twenty-three, Princess Isabella must settle down for the sake of her kingdom. Caught up in a secret

affair with her lady-in-waiting, Hannah, the princess knows it can only last for so long.

When Prince Alexander arrives to court her, he confides that his father is on his death bed, and he will

be crowned king soon. Isabella hastily agrees to the proposal, desiring to be queen, knowing little about

her soon to be husband.

Murder, secrets, and lies combine with menage, spanking, and erotic encounters in this steamy

medieval romance.



of a Young Bride against grey background


"Ella?" He knocks on the door across the hall, my chambers. 

Both of us grow silent, not wanting Alexander to find us. I squeeze Hannah's hand tight, afraid to let go. I

know I'm a princess and possibly now a queen, but that doesn't change the love I feel for Hannah and

the trust I implore her with. 

His knock grows louder, more insistent. "Ella, are you in there?" He tries again. Getting no response, I

hear the door across the hall squeak open. Obviously I hadn't locked it because I wasn't in the room. His

boots stomp through the corridor and away from our chambers. 

I keep my voice low, not wanting to alert anyone stepping into the hall that Hannah's room is occupied.

"Now what?" I ask her. I'm terrified of the man I married. He's a man with too much power. I was

warned of such princes's existing in their quest for the crown. Had I been wrong judging Alexander when

we first met? He'd intentionally swept me off my feet and charmed my parents letting him take me

away in a whirlwind. I should have delayed the wedding, gotten to know him better. Did he have any

siblings? Were they too murdered so he could ascend the throne? My stomach aches and I feel as

though I may never be able to eat again. How will I face Alexander with what I know? I've never been

very good at pretending. How will I lie beside him at night and act like I'm falling in love with him? Last

night it came easy, but now that I know what he's capable of, I fear for my life.


Ravyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for

her next vacation, wherever it might be.

Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time

either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them

equally. Prefer less steamy novels? Try her out here.



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Tuesday, June 16, 2015



TITLE: Let It Be Me

AUTHOR: Barbara Speak

COVER MODEL: Mac Robinson &

Alexandra Jones

RELEASE DAY: June 16th, 2015

"I love a book that can keep me guessing!

With twists and turns you won't see coming this is a must read for 2015!"

#1 NYT Best Selling Author Rachel Van Dyken


Arianna Dubray is nothing like the girl she left

in Baltimore. Once a Prada shoe wearing, Michael Kors bag carrying, on top of

the world seventeen-year-old girl, Arianna knew that her life would never be

the same when she got out of the car in middle-of-nowhere Montana.

Canyon Michaels is the keeper of his own dark

secrets. Plagued by his family name, he's forced to prove the town wrong and

make it on his own.

The last thing Arianna needs is a reason to stay,

but with every passing day the decision to leave becomes harder. Once their

paths cross nothing can tear them apart, other than the secrets that start to

surface and the nightmares that soon become their reality.

Let it be Me





The truck was just as ugly the

second time I had seen it as it was the first. Nothing was endearing or cute

about it. He must have bought it off an elderly farmer who couldn't drive

anymore because no one would be selling this beast in a car lot that's for

sure. Opening the door, the same wave of stale cigarette smoke hit me. This

time I slid myself over to the passenger side and rolled down the window doing

the same on my side after I was done. The cracking noise could still be heard

when I pulled the door closed too.

"I can't say I expected you

to change while I was in class but it sure would have been nice."

I put the key in the ignition and

turned it over only to hear a click and then nothing.

"NO, NO, NO! Please don't do

this to me!"

Four more attempts with the same

result. Nothing.


I pulled out my phone to call for

someone to get me but that someone didn't exist. He would rather me never come

back. My mother wouldn't dare go against his wishes and Shelby obviously can't


Grabbing my purse and backpack I

started doing the only thing I could, I walked. I tried to find positive in a

negative situation but there really wasn't one. My feet hurt, I was thirsty and

if one more person drove by staring at me without even offering me a ride I was

going to flip out. I thought country people were supposed to be nice. Isn't

that what everyone says? Well, they're wrong or there aren't any in Highgrove,


My cell phone died sometime

around four-thirty. Well, that was the last time I checked it and around

ten minutes later it was dead. I had been walking for over an hour and a half

and saw a total of two cars.


DESERVE THIS?" I screamed it at the top of my lungs hoping God would just

finish the job and take me out of my misery.

All of a sudden, I heard the

engine of a car coming from behind me. This was it. My final hope for humanity

to restore itself. It got closer. I could feel the wind change and the

vibration within it.

"Please, please be someone

nice enough to give me a ride or someone crazy enough to off me ‘cause I can't

take this anymore."

I turned around just as the truck

approached me praying for a miracle but sure enough the prick kept his foot on

the pedal.

"That's fucking it!"

I grabbed a handful of rocks from

the side of the road and threw them right at that pretty truck he was driving.

"Have that, asshole!"

The brake lights came on just as

the clang from the rocks started hitting the tailgate. The tires screamed

against the blacktop while the back end kicked to the side from stopping so

fast. My eyes practically bulged out of my head when the driver side door flew



And oh shit was mild compared to

what I would have said if I had known who the fury coming at me was before I

decided to throw rocks at his truck. How could I not have thought it was him? I

had seen that truck before.







I can't believe I did it. Never in

a million years would I have ever even thought to do something like this but I

reached down in my rage, grabbed a handful of rocks again and threw them right

at his chest. Wall of muscle or not he could take that and suck on it.


"John, is it? Well, John, let me try this again. My name is

Canyon Michaels. My house is the last one you pass before you get here from

town. Your daughter seemed to be desperate for someone's attention and decided

her only option at the time was to throw rocks at my truck. Now, I could make

you pay for it, but I think a better lesson for Ari here is to work it off."

John openly laughed. Loud. "You want her to work?

Seriously? She doesn't have a clue how to do anything for herself other than

screw up."

Canyon's hands began to flex into fists and the light in his

eyes left. "Well, it can go my way or yours. She can work every day after

school on my ranch or you can go inside and get your wallet to pay me in cash.

It's up to you."

My jaw fell to the ground. As much of an ass as my step-dick

was, he was also right. I didn't have a clue what to do on a farm and there was

absolutely no way in hell I was shoveling crap.

"You got yourself a deal."

I didn't know which way John was going with this but regardless

I was going to suffer from my actions once again. "What will it be? Work

or cash?"

"Oh, she can work. I'm not paying a damn dime for this one.

She's already cost us everything." He looked over at me with disdain.

"Have you told your new friend here about that yet? I bet not. Well there,

I gave you something to talk about while you shovel shit. Ha! This is priceless!"

My step-dick had proved what a dick he actually was as he walked

back into the house laughing, leaving me to face Canyon. I couldn't. I stared

at the ground while I heard the crunch of gravel under his shoes as he

approached me.

The tips of his red Nike shocks were now all I could see before

his finger came to rest under my chin and forced me to look up at him. The long

journey up his body brought me to his black workout pants first, then the red

t-shirt that clung to his body perfectly until his sharp jaw, amazing lips and

finally those eyes were all I could see.

"Don't, Arianna," was all I kept repeating in my head.

He's nothing but another man that can hurt you.

"Are you okay?"

Damn, why did he have to ask that? Letting my eyes fall, I

thought to myself, “No, I am not okay. Did you not just hear what I deal with

every day?” How could I even answer that question?

"Hey, look at me. Please?"

My eyes came back to his but I was done. Spent. I didn't want to

do anything but go inside and cry myself to sleep. "Don't let him do this

to you. Don't let it break you."

"You don't understand."

"I do. More than you could ever know."

I went to speak again but Canyon cut me off.

"I did this for you, you know. I saw what you have here and

was trying to get you out, not make things harder. That man would never want to

pay and I knew it. Now you can spend every day away from this."

"But it will never end..."

A tear slid down my face at the same time his thumb wiped it



will. Someday it will."

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Barbara Speak loves nothing more than being allowed to share her ideas and

thoughts through books that so many enjoy. When she's not writing she's caring

for her son and daughter along side her amazing husband in rural Missouri. She

has 5 more babies but these are covered in fur. Bode the boxer, Tucker the

beagle and Lily, Callie and Connor her kitties.

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