Book Information
Fire Licked by Allison West
Publisher: Blushing Books
Released: November 5th, 2015
Genre: Contemporary, Romantic Erotica
Book Synopsis
Who doesn’t love a sexy, dominant fireman?
After a tough breakup, Lexa Mae decides she needs a change. From the southern plains of South Dakota
to the Big Apple, Lexa books a hotel room and spa package at the prestigious Sterling Hotel in Times
Square.
Looking forward to a relaxing getaway, Lexa’s fun is spoiled the moment handsome fireman Jules Sinclair
knocks on her door, ordering an evacuation. Wearing nothing but a towel, she slams the door in his face,
unwilling to leave just yet.
Forced from the hotel as an explosion rocks the seventh floor, Lexa has managed to secure her dress but
no panties as the handsome fireman Jules rescues her from the burning flames. With no friends in the city
and her belongings destroyed, she has nowhere else to go.
Jules invites Lexa to the fire station, offering her clothes, shelter, and even a hard spanking for dismissing
his order to evacuate.
Will she learn to submit to Jules or is the heat just too much?
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Excerpt
A loud knocking pounded at the door. “NY Fire Department!” A voice shouted as he knocked on her
door.
“Shit!” She shut the shower off and grabbed a white towel, wrapping it around her torso. Lexa walked to the
door, poking her head out.
A man, dressed in a NYFD outfit stood with his helmet on. “Ma’am, you need to evacuate the
building.”
“What? Why?” Lexa asked, cinching the towel to her chest.
His blue eyes were captivating. His New York accent entrancing.
“Can’t say. We’ve been ordered to evacuate the entire premises.”
“That’s absurd!” Lexa huffed. “Let me get my clothes on.” She didn’t give him time to object. She
slammed the door in his face, dropped her towel, and stalked back to the bathroom to get her dress back
on.
From inside the bathroom, she pulled the little black dress on over her head, reaching for her panties when
the ground rumbled as an explosion rocked the seventh floor of the hotel, drowning the entire floor in
flames and smoke, and tossing her against the wall.
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The Murderess by Allison West
Publisher: Blushing Books
Expected Publication: October 2015
Genre: Dystopian, Erotica, Spanking
Book Synopsis
Women that leave the royal harem, cast out by a Prince of Brayleigh, are sent into the Courtesan Slave
Trade. Prince Aaron wants nothing to do with his father’s dark dealings and sinister ways. Sneaking his
beloved women away each month is a tedious task and poses great risk.
With no choice but to choose a woman to leave the royal harem, Aaron needs time to think. He evades the
guards and his father’s clutches on an adventure outside of the palace.
Love blossoms and danger lurks as Prince Aaron is forced to return home. Can he disrupt the Courtesan
Slave Trade or will the courtesans find themselves in a fate worse than hell?
A dystopian erotic adventure featuring a kickass heroine and a virtuous prince.
Courtesan Slave Trade is a spinoff series featuring Prince Aaron of Gem Apocalypse by Ravyn Rayne.
This book begins two days before The Emerald Virgin. It can be read as a standalone but will be enjoyed
even more by those that have read The Gem Apocalypse saga.
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To love is to destroy oneself or that which you love. Happiness is a mere memory in times of anguish.
There were days Prince Aaron despised his father, the king of Brayleigh. He was a force of nature, like a
hurricane that swept in and stole the women he desired. No prince could deny the king a courtesan of his
own, even if it meant losing one of his girls.
Aaron had learned how the game had been played. Every month he'd been forced to give up a love to
acquire a virgin. Perhaps if he didn't fall so hard every time, it would be easier.
The monthly festival always came quick, and with less than two days to choose who would leave the
palace, Aaron felt his heart pulsate and his stomach tense. There were many decisions he could make, but
forcing a woman he had loved away was a horrendous task to ask of anyone. Every month he swore not to
fall for another virgin that offered herself to him, but she would always be appealing and interested, making
him desire her even more.
He needed time away from the palace. With twelve gorgeous courtesans that gave him everything he could
desire, who would he send away? He tried not to think about the life they'd be subjected to. It wasn't a
secret that the women weren't sent home to their families. The Courtesan Slave Trade had prospered
tremendously and the thought made Aaron physically ill. Most courtesans found themselves subject to the
black market, traded as a slave for the most affluent buyer, unless other arrangements were made. His
girls deserved a better send off.
For months he'd been forced against his wishes to choose a courtesan to leave the palace. Though
difficult, he'd chosen the older and least desirable to him, preferring young virgin women. He'd snuck the
girls out during the night, helping aide in their escape. They deserved to be happy. If King Gideon ever
discovered what Aaron had been up to, the punishment would be atrocious. Aaron would have to make
sure no one said a word. He could trust his older brother James, but August would take any chance he had
to get on his father's good side. Aaron didn't know how Henry would react. His brothers all enjoyed the
monthly allotment of women and the royal harem.
Aaron slipped out of the room, leaving Celeste sound asleep on his bed. He needed someplace to think
and that wasn't in the palace with the girls sucking up so that they wouldn't be sent away. Didn't they know
he'd spare their life? He had assured them that their future with him was always safe and secure, whether
he was their prince or lover.
He trudged down the stairwell, a pair of keys in his hands. He made it to the bottom of the stairs, and with
his hand on the door, he caught sight of his father at the opposite end of the hall.
"Shit," he cursed under his breath, unable to get away without being seen. It wasn't as though he didn't
have permission to leave freely, however, it had been frowned upon. If he wanted to leave the palace, he
needed to take a driver and a guard or two with him. Aaron wanted neither of those to accompany him on
his journey. Drivers and guards couldn't keep secrets. He'd learned that in the past and wasn't going to
make the same distinctive mistake again.
"Where are you off to?" King Gideon asked, strolling across the marble floor. He paused directly in front of
Aaron, waiting to hear his answer.
Aaron shoved the keys into his pocket, hoping his father hadn't noticed. "Does it matter?" He'd always
walked a fine line of obeying his father and doing what he felt was right.
"I asked you a question," his father said. The king's tone was short and abrupt, reminding Aaron that he
was not yet in charge.
Aaron knew he'd never be king, and he'd grown accustomed to that fact and had been fine with it. He
recognized that he didn't have to be king to change the world. Not that he felt it needed a lot of changing,
just bits and pieces. He didn't agree with how his father handled the disposal of courtesans. They were
people not trash. Did he not realize that, or more likely he just didn't care.
"Out," Aaron said. "I need to think." He also had to make the arrangements for transporting the courtesan
out of the palace without drawing suspicion. It didn't happen without intricate planning.
"Don't waste too much of your time among those outside," Gideon said. "We drew walls around our home
for a reason."
Aaron breathed out through his nostrils, trying to remain calm. He restrained himself from shooting an insult
that would get him belted by his father.
"Of course, Father," Aaron said. He brushed by the king of Brayleigh and made a swift exit outside for the
car.
From the corner of his gaze, Aaron caught sight of movement along the side of the vehicles, ducking just
below the window not to be seen. Whoever it was hadn't done a great job of hiding. Had a guard been
assigned to him on protective detail? Aaron could lose whoever followed him. It wouldn't be the first time
he'd escaped the men from the palace. He knew they'd be too ashamed to admit defeat to his father, which
made the challenge into a game for Aaron. How quickly could he lose the guards that followed the vehicle
he drove?
With the keys in hand, he approached the door to the silver sports car and the handle automatically
unlocked. Aaron climbed into the front seat and pressed the button on the dashboard to roll down the top of
the vehicle. The sun shined and the air felt warm enough to enjoy the fact it was a convertible. The car had
some age but it barely passed as an antique. His father would have a fit if he knew which car Aaron took.
Why keep it if no one would drive it though? Perhaps with a heavy ounce of permission and a driver, Aaron
would have been able to sit in the passenger seat, top up.
Aaron had been given driving lessons but that had been more out of sheer curiosity. His father had no
knowledge of the instructions or practice trips to the black market with the driver. The lesson had been a
secret gift, but for what reason? Aaron recognized people could be nice, but they never gave without
wanting something later in return, even if it was a favor. As a prince of Brayleigh, he had to be careful what
he promised.
Aaron started the engine and slowly lurched forward, waiting for the exit at the gate allowing him to leave.
From the rearview mirror, he watched a dark blue sedan pull out from the parking lot. The only cars on the
premises were those owned by the royal family.
Without a doubt, Aaron watched the guard follow him from the palace. He inched forward through the gate
and then pressed the pedal down to the floor, speeding away from the palace onto the paved road. There
were a few roads that were kept in moderate condition for the royal family. Most had been abandoned,
much like cars.
Aaron hugged the curves of the road, refusing to slow as the road winded farther from the palace.
"Where are we heading?" a soft feminine voice asked, popping herself up from the almost nonexistent
backseat. There wasn't much room. She laid on the seat, a black blanket covering her, blending into the
seat.
His eyes widened and heart leapt as he glanced back at the blonde haired, blue eyed beauty.
"What the hell are you doing, Celeste?" Aaron asked.
"I wanted to be with you," she said. "You always sneak off from the palace, and I thought you wouldn't mind
the company. Where are we going?"
About the Author
Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her favorite novels are those that
leave a lasting impression, long after the final page is read. Allison also writes stories under the
names
Ruth
Silver and
Ravyn Rayne.
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