The Sex Bucket List by Prescott Lane
Release Date: March 9th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Iâm Emerson, and my âto doâ list is longer than Iâd like. You might wonder what kind of woman comes up with a sex bucket list? Answer â the kind whoâs been in a sex drought, has two crazy girlfriends encouraging her, and one too many bottles of wine.
This kind of list requires special skill. And I have just the man in mind to help me. Heâs younger. So that checks one thing off my list. And heâs the kind of man every woman should sleep with at least once in her life. The kind of man who knows his way around a womanâs body. And God, Iâd like him to know mine.
Armed with new lingerie and a fancy high-tech vibrator, Iâm taking charge. Of love, of life, and my libido. How hard can that be? Well, judging by the rate of pole dancing injuries, I might be in trouble.
But how much trouble can one woman get in? Giving your panties to a stranger isnât illegal in Georgia, is it?
Prescott Lane is the Amazon best-selling author of Stripped Raw. She’s got six other books under her belt including: First Position, Perfectly Broken, Quiet Angel, Wrapped in Lace, Layers of Her, and The Reason for Me. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and holds a degree in sociology and a MSW from Tulane University. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren’t enough happily ever afters in real life.
My name is Liz Foley. I love my accounting job because Iâd rather deal with numbers than talk to people.Â
My best traits:
I have (RBF) Resting Bitch Face.
I give snarky come-backs.
I have no friends.
My worst traits:
I speak in run-on sentences when I get nervous.
Iâm attracted to assholes.
Iâm broke.
Enter Finnigan Walsh â the new guy at work.Â
His best traits:
Heâs kind of hot, I suppose.
He has a working car.
He sings to me and brings me coffee.Â
Nothing ever gets to him, even when I add more people to our carpool.
His worst traits:
See above
I donât like him. At least, thatâs what I keep telling myself.Â
After all, itâs not about how fast you get there. Itâs the journey. Right?
Damn this carpool.
Youâd better buckle up.
Dawn L. Chiletz is the author of The Contest, Waiting to Lose, Enough, Can’t You See, and The Fabulist. She currently resides in Illinois with her husband, two boys, and three dogs. In the summer of 2014, armed with a dream from the night before, she sat at her kitchen table while her boys played on their computers and began the first words of âThe Contest.â Sheâs been writing and drinking large amounts of coffee ever since.
I thought my future was set, all my ducks were finally in a row, and nothing could be more perfect. That was until life threw a wrench into my plans. My perfect life spiraled out of control October 17th at 8:52pm. Fate took things into her own hands and buried my ideal future six foot under. My heart ached every day for what I had lost.Â
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That was until I moved on, and I was finally able to see the beauty in life again. I craved the beat of his heartâŠI never expected to hear it again, but when I did everything I thought I had moved on from, came crashing back. I wasnât sure if I was prepared for what came nextâŠ
Born and raised in the Chicago-land area, Nickie Nalley Seidler is a young romantic suspense author. Nickie is married to her wonderful husband and and has a 2 year old who everyone knows as Molly for those who have followed her on her journey as a parent. When not writing, she enjoys cooking new recipes for them to try, water aerobics, car racing and spending quality time with family and friends. She chases her dreams of writing that make you expect the unexpected.
Change. Itâs change and how well you handle it which defines a person.
Three times in my life, I have been faced with such changes. Once when I was fourteen. Again, at eighteen. And now again at twenty-eight.
Twice, she was there.
Ten years ago, I gave up everything, including her. At the time, it was the right thing to do, for both our sakes. Walking away from her isnât what I wanted, itâs what had to be done.
Now, sheâs here. People like me donât always get second chances, this happens to be mine. Thatâs if sheâll have me. If sheâll accept why I left and the fact, sheâll always be second.
You see, I have a secret. It could change everything when she learns the truth. She may be the one walking away this time.
Weâre about to find out.
âThis book was AMAZING! I absolutely fell in love with Brannon and Torrieâ ~5 Star Amazon Review (Diane N)
âThere are no words to describe how much I loves this book. I am never disappointed when I read a book from this author.â ~5 Star Amazon Review (Heather B)
âThis is an intense, well written, storyline, about second chances, overcoming obstacles, hurt, forgiveness, and most of all love.â ~Wendyâs Book Blog
Leaona, also known as Lea, lives with her husband, cat and two dogs near Myrtle Beach. She was born and raised in WV by her parents whom she adores before attending Marshall University. A small business owner and mother of three, she enjoys Carolina Panthers and Marshall University Football, reading, writing, gardening, crafts, NASCAR, TWD, hot rods, and surf fishing.
Leaona was inspired to write while she raised her family, never dreaming one day, she would be published. While loving all genres of books, Lea writes contemporary romance stories that are not your everyday love stories. Gritty and true to life, she draws from her life and loves to create her characters.Â
Leaona’s debut novel will release June 7, 2016. Cherry Grove is the first in The Cove Series. Sheâs your everyday girl and lives to connect with her fans via social media. Leaona also doesn’t mind dishing about her favorite authors and their books. Beach, life, and love.
Through space and time, sisters entwined. Lost then found, souls remain bound.
After being reunited in the present day, three sister witches are forced to separate once more in an effort to save their newly formed coven and themselves.
Foes from their past now threaten their future, and a trip that spans centuries is their only hope of survival.Â
Chasing their enemy back through time seems like the right choice, but will walking in the footsteps of their previous lives provide the answers they seek?
Only time will tell.
Award Winning Author, Tish Thawer, writes paranormal romances for all ages. From her first paranormal cartoon, Isis, to the Twilight phenomenon, myth, magic, and superpowers have always held a special place in her heart.
Tish is known for her detailed world-building and magic-laced stories. Her work has been compared to Nora Roberts, Sam Cheever, and Charlaine Harris. She has received nominations for a RONE Award (Reward of Novel Excellence), and Author of the Year (Fantasy, Dystopian, Mystery), as well as nominations and wins for Best Cover, and a Readerâs Choice Award.
Tish has worked as a computer consultant, photographer, and graphic designer, and is a columnist for Gliterary Girl Media and has bylines in RT Magazine and Literary Lunes Magazine. She resides in Colorado with her husband and three wonderful children and is represented by Gandolfo, Helin, and Fountain Literary Management.
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When Ruby Knight’s best friend, Catriona Taylor disappears Ruby knows something isnât right.Â
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Time is ticking and the race is on to find Catriona. Has she run away? Is she really on a holiday with her parents? Has something more sinister happened to her?
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These are the questions facing Ruby. Can she find Catriona? Can she ask her detective Mam for help? Or will she leave it too late?
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Follow Ruby on her journey to find her best friend!
While secretly protecting the kingâs daughter, Jocelyn Marske left her realm to learn more about her powers. She accepted the sacrifices she was making, including finding the one man destined to be hers.With her powers no longer a secret, Jocelynâs not sure there is a place for her in this world. Until the day Gunnar steps into her life and for one brief moment she has everything she wants. But things arenât as easy as they seemâŠ
Jocelyn and Gunnar have no idea what awaits them. A secret they never expected. One that can kill them or make them stronger.
With the rebels hunting them at every turn, will Gunnar and Jocelyn realize that the need each other more now than ever?
Rebecca Brooke grew up in the shore towns of South Jersey. Writing has always been a love for her, as well as reading. She loves to hit the beach, but always with her kindle on hand. She is married to the most wonderful man, who puts up with all of her craziness. Together they have two beautiful children who keep her on her toes. Rebecca is the author of contemporary, new adult, and paranormal romance.
Sergeant Joe Jonesy has always focused on serving his country while enjoying the attention that the uniform gets him from the ladies.
Jamee Canova always dreamed of a handsome man in uniform sweeping her off her feet. Though sheâs the personal assistant to a bestselling romance author, her actual love life is laughable at best.
When Joeâs best friend receives a cup of coffee from Jameeâs boss, and the two find love together, Jonsey and Jamee are also âintroduced.â
Jonsey finds himself intrigued by the beauty with the purple hair on the other side of the Skype conversation while Jamee canât deny the charm that the dashing soldier on the camera possesses.
Long distance relationships are hard but is true love on the horizon when two people on opposite sides of the world find themselves face to face?
Is Jonesy the man for Jamee?
Will her childhood dreams become reality when she finally has a Joe of her own?
Skye Turner is an avid reader and an editor turned writer. She attended Southeastern Louisiana University and Louisiana State University where she majored in Mass Communications, centering her studies in Journalism. She lives in small town Louisiana with her husband, 2 kids, and 8 fur babies. When she’s not chained to her laptop pounding out sexy stories she can usually be found playing Supermom, reading, gardening (playing in the dirt), or catching up on her family oriented blog.
My name is Carly Porter… And Iâm really good at bad decisions.
How do I know this, exactly? Well, not including the time I accidentally bleached my eyebrows or sprained my ankle changing a lightbulb…
I had sex with my best friendâs brother.
Zeke Elliott has been a thorn in my side for eleven years. A very sexy, very tempting, very freaking annoying one. With bigâŠhands.
And now my clitoris has a crush on the guy.
Seriously. I canât look at him without my vagina performing accidental kegels. Which would be fine, but heâs Cainâs brother. I hate him. Heâs off limits, right?
I close my eyes and slip one leg out of the window.
Everybody can see my panties.
Not that anyone is here, but I just know everybody can.
This is horrible. And it hurts.
Iâm never dating again.
Iâm going to buy fifty cats. Theyâll never make me climb out of a bathroom window.
âYouâre looking at my underwear, arenât you?â I ask, unfortunately pausing with my legs wide open.
âNo.â
âLiar.â
âItâs nice underwear.â
âOh god.â I swing my other leg down a little too quick.
My dress rides up.
Right over my ass.
And my feet canât reach the crates.
Zeke chuckles.
âHelp me, you pig!â
More laughter.
âIâm gonna be stuck here forever. Oh my god.â
The bathroom door opens.
Can this get any worse?
A fifty-something woman I donât recognize freezes in the middle of the restroom.
I smile sweetly.
She eyes me suspiciously before shuffling into a cubicle.
âGet me down!â I hiss, kicking my legs. âNow, Ezekiel!â
Something scrapes and knocks together.
âStill so hot when you call me that. Especially when your ass is out.â Thud. âAll right, sweetcheeks. Iâve got you.â
âSweetcheeks? What is wrong with you?â
âLook, you can hang there all night bitchinâ at me if you want, but itâs not my bare ass in the middle of the alley. As much as Iâm enjoying the view.â
âOh my god,â I groan. âYou swear youâll catch me?â
âI swear.â His fingertips brush against my bare legs.
My shudder is disguised by the trembling of my arms as I lower myself down.
Zekeâs fingers trail up the outsides of my thighs until he grasps my waist. âLet go.â
I freeze, tensing up.
âCarly, let go. I have hold of you. I wonât drop you.â
Still tensed, I let go of the window ledge.
My life flashes before my eyes. Seriously. I see everything from my first memory to the moment I let go of the ledge and I squeal because Iâm going to die and I know that heâs going to drop me andâ
Zekeâs strong grip solidifies when he wraps his arm around my waist and holds me against him. âThere,â he says calmly into my ear. âYou dropped about six inches. Youâre hardly cliff-diving.â
I open my eyes and look down at where his arm is pressed across my stomach. His grip is tight, and the popping veins on his forearm trace tantalizing lines across his skin.
And my dress is still around my hips.
I reach down and tug the material over my upper thighs. âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome.â He releases me, and when he jumps down from the crates, I see a flash of his cocky grin. âNice thong.â
That explains the grin.
I clear my throat. âThank you. It took me an hour to pick.â
âFrom your drawer?â
âNo. From Victoria Secret. Have you seen how many panties are on that website?â
Zeke holds his hands out for me to take. âOh, yeah. Iâm wearing a pair right now.â
My lips curve slowly as I step down onto the ground. âInteresting. What type? Brief? Thong? Boy short? V-string?â
He blinks at me when I put my shoes on. âWhy do you need so many different types? Itâd be much easier if you just wore none at all.â
Zeke!!! I †Zeke!! Plus Carly and Brooke and their crazy shenanigans. I totally love those girls and their craziness that seems to make perfect sense at times – like talking to wine.
Carly has GOT to forget about her best friend’s older brother Zeke because he is just not the right guy for her. Period. Forget the fact that after some drinks, they had a drunken hook-up. But that can’t happen again! But now Zeke seems to be everywhere Carly is and is constantly reminding her about the night they won’t speak of.
Hysterically funny and a great, light-hearted read!
5 stars!
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fanciesâusually wineâand writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busyâunless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
âźâźâźA delicious world of erotica, BDSM with alpha-subs and their Dommes, and a gripping love storyâŠWelcome to The Beeâs Honey! The first book in New York Times bestselling author Kristen Ashleyâs Honey Series, THE DEEP END is a seductive and rich love story now available! âźâźâź
Fall into THE DEEP END and grab your copy today!
About THE DEEP END (Erotic Romance Releasing March 7, 2017):
Enter a decadent sensual world where gorgeous alpha males are committed to fulfilling a woman’s every desireâŠ
Olivier isnât sure what heâs gotten himself into when he joins the Honey Club, only that a dark part of him hungers for the lifestyle offered by this exclusive club. Here, no boundary will be left untestedâŠand one’s deepest fantasies will become an exquisite reality.
As he slowly closed the door behind him and moved his eyes to look through the room, taking it in, she watched them get wide.
They dropped to her and his amusement was clear. Not only radiating from his gaze but twitching his lips.
Another unusualâand unacceptableâreaction.
He thought this was funny.
She hoped like fuck she had the opportunity to prove him wrong.
She crossed her arms on her chest and slightly put out a foot, like she was about to start tapping her toe. In the wrap dress she wore, she knew this opened the overlap, not exposing anything, but the promise for him was impossible to resist.
His attention dropped to her legs.
âIn the playrooms,â she began with a snap, and his gaze cut to hers, âI want eye contact. Unless otherwise instructed, you should not only feel free to look me directly in the eyes, if Iâm in your line of sight or Iâm not giving you something that your bodyâs natural reaction would make it difficult to meet my gaze, I require it.â
She stood there staring as he did nothing but dip his chin in acknowledgment.
Cheeky.
Exceptionally cheeky.
Fabulous.
âUnless Iâve asked for their silence or for them to ask for leave to speak, I also require my toys to respond when theyâre spoken to. Even if itâs only a âyes, Mistress,â or âno, Mistress.ââ
His stance relaxed, like he was settling in at the beginning of a show he found vaguely intriguing, and his deep rumble of a voice bounced like boulders through the room. âYes, Mistress.â
Christ, even his voice declared his challenge.
âExcellent,â she allowed. âYour name?â
âOlivier,â he answered.
French.
Also unusual, at least in this country. And interesting.
âI know. You got a lotta fans out thereâŠMistress.â
The hesitation over him saying âMistressâ gave less of the impression he was testing her and more of the strange impression the word was unpracticed when, with any experienced sub, it would slip right off their tongue.
She made no comment to that.
âThere are things we should go over,â she remarked.
âRight,â he stated, his big body adjusting again, now like he was settling in further, intent on giving her the same attention he would a flight attendant who gave the safety address.
That being no more than a courtesy.
She fought the shiver his actions created but allowed the irritation.
âYour safe word is kitten,â she stated.
âYes, Mistress.â
âYouâre open to any kind of play,â she went on.
âYes, Mistress.â
âItâs important and nowâs the time to share should there be anything you wish me to shy away from, Olivier. Especially as this is the first time Iâve played with you.â
Something in his eyes flashed. Blue eyes that were the color of nothing and everything. Not sky. Not sea. Not midnight. A pure blue that only existed in the unchartable depths of a rainbow.
She felt that flash snake up between her thighs, taking residence in her womb.
He wanted this conversation done so she would play with him. He wanted the preliminaries over so theyâd get to the good stuff.
He wanted her.
She stared into those blue eyes and for a moment felt mesmerized.
For Godâs sake, Leigh, she berated herself in an effort to pull it together. Rainbow?
âOlivier,â she prompted.
âIâm open to anything,â he confirmed.
Super hot and sassy just like you expect a Kristen Ashley story to be. But this is different. Amelie is a highly sought after Domme in the Bee’s Honey club. But she is very selective and knows exactly what she wants. Olivier is a big mountain of a man that immediately attracts Amelie and she wants him for herself.
Thus starts a hot, spicy, D/s relationship but so much more. Olly and Leigh both care about each other deeply and truly want to know about the other. While Amelie wants to break Olivier but is very careful and caring in how she does so.
So different from any other Kristen Ashley book but just as exciting and kicka** as her stories are. Amelie is a strong, independent woman and Olivier is a big, strong, alpha who needs a woman just as strong.
Can’t wait to read book 2!
5 stars!
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 accessorise 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.
Nothing’s changed.
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.
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My name is Carly Porter… And Iâm really good at bad decisions.
About Kristen Ashley:
