Alpha's Second Chance by Jessica Coulter Smith #BDSM #Shifters #EroticRomance

Alpha wolf Torren lost his mate a year ago. They weren't fated mates, but he'd tried to give her a good life and thought she was happy. The day he found her mangled body, everything changed. Now he lives for his pack, keeping busy to forget the nightmares that plague him. When Torren wakes to discover a human has been brought onto pack lands, he doesn't know what the hell his Omega was thinking, but the last thing they need is trouble.

Olivia Grant has never been accepted by the townspeople where she lives. Her parents are sorry excuses for human beings. The day she's attacked and left for dead, her friend, Omega wolf Jaxon, takes her back to his home. She's one breath away from dying, and only the Alpha's bite can save her, but at what price?

Bonded together, Olivia and Torren discover a passion neither has experienced before. They'd thought they had found their happily-ever-after, but someone from the past is lurking in the shadows, and they aren't happy the Alpha has a new mate.

Note: No Cliffhanger. No Cheating. Guaranteed HEA. Bondage. Spanking.

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ADULT EXCERPT:

“Torren,” she said softly.

His hand cracked against her ass, making her yelp in surprise.

“When I want to pleasure my mate, you won’t try to push me away,” he said. “I know you liked what I was doing. You were soaking wet.”

His hand came down on her ass again, making her gasp from the sting that quickly turned into a burn. His fingers trailed along her ass cheek, then stroked her pussy, before delivering another blow to her aching backside. He spanked her three more times before his body came down over hers, the weight pressing her against the pillows and mattress.

“Are you going to keep me from pleasuring you in the future?” he asked, his voice dark and delicious.

“No, Alpha,” she said softly.

His fangs scraped her shoulder, then he quickly moved off her. She heard the rustle of fabric before the bed dipped.

Torren’s hands cupped her ass and spread her open. “I love seeing you like this. Tied down. Open. So fucking wet. Your ass is nice and pink from me spanking you.”

“Torren, please,” she begged.

His hands squeezed her ass cheeks. “One of these days, I’m going to fuck this tight, virgin ass. I’ll claim you in every way possible.”

Goosebumps erupted along her skin and her cheeks warmed, but not in embarrassment. No, what he’d said made her burn in a good way.

Torren nipped her ass, then his body covered hers again. She felt his long, hard cock pressing against her pussy. Torren thrust deep, and Olivia gave a muffled scream as she buried her face in the bedding. He took her hard and deep, his thrusts unrelenting. She felt his hand caress her ribs, then slip between her and the bed. He gave her breast a squeeze before pinching her nipple.

“Mine,” he said in a garbled voice that was a mix of beast and human.

About the Author:

Award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith has been in love with the written word since she was a child writing her first stories in crayon. Today she's a multi-published author of over seventy-five novellas and novels. Romance is an integral part of her world and she firmly believes that love will find you at the right time, even if Mr. Right is literally out of this world.

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Monster Erotica by Eva DeMoan #Monsters #MonsterPorn #TentacleErotica #Bigfoot #MonsterKink

Eva DeMoan calls herself the Mistress of Monsters. Why? Because she loves to write and read monster erotica. The dirtier, the kinkier, the better. From bigfoot, to dinosaurs, to centaurs... Do tentacles make you hot? Ever wondered what it would be like to be owned by a minotaur, a slave to his sexual desires?  Want to be claimed by a wolf-man clan, theirs to do with as they please? She has stories for all of them! 

Her first release, Monster Labs, Inc, released this month in Kindle Unlimited and is a collection of monster erotica. Her second collection, Enslaved by Monsters, is also available through the Kindle Unlimited program. 

Keep reading for a sample from Monster Labs Inc...

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What is Monster Labs, Inc about?

The scientists of Monster Labs, Inc. want one thing. To study creatures and aliens alike, and find out how to create more. The males are always excited when gifted a naked human female, so the scientists abduct young women from all over the globe. Filled with drugs that make them want cock, any kind of cock, the women are given to the creatures to use as they please, while the scientists record every moment.

In this short story collection, a young woman will be left bound, naked, used for bait in the woods, in hopes of luring the reclusive bigfoot. But what happens when bigfoot snatches her and takes her back to his lair? -- A creature at the lab that is half-man and half-squid will his tentacles claim every inch of the human female left bound for him to f*ck. -- A young woman will flee the labs and end up in the arms of the very wolf-man who has used her body once a month, unbeknownst to her. But it isn’t just his cock she’ll have to accept. She might be his, but his entire clan will take her however and whenever they want. – Trapped in the labs, and used in all manner of ways, young Lissa will find out what it’s like to be stuffed with various alien cock and filled with their cum.

***10,000 words of over the top hot monster erotica***

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The creature between her legs pounded her cunt and she felt the warm splash of his cum slicking her channel. He grunted with every thrust as more of the hot stickiness filled her. When he pulled out, she felt it run down the crack of her ass and pool underneath her.

The cock in her mouth swelled and then the third bigfoot was coming, shooting his hot cum down her throat. His hips kept pumping as he tried to fuck every drop into her. When he was finished, he pulled out of her mouth and moved away. Hands gripped her waist and flipped her over. Anna groaned as the top of her body slammed down, her hands still tied and unable to hold her up.

The feel of a thick cock probing her ass made her tense, and she cried out as another bigfoot shoved his cock deep into her tight, virgin ass. Tears blurred her eyes at the sharp spike of pain, but as the monster thrust into her again and again, every stroke deeper and harder, it soon turned to pleasure. The bigfoot gripped her hips as he pounded her ass, his cock spreading her wide. She whimpered as he fucked her hard and deep, not stopping until he’d filled her with his cum and it ran out of her ass and dripped onto the bedding.

Anna didn’t know how much more she could take, but there were still two more bigfoot males with hard cocks. One lay down next to her, then pulled her across its chest. She could feel its cock pressing against her, and with an upward thrust, he filled her pussy. She moaned and closed her eyes, then whimpered as another cock filled her ass again.

The creatures held her still, giving her no room to move, as they fucked her. The bigfoot taking her ass, was near feral in his need, slamming into her again and again. His cock felt even bigger than the others. Longer. Thicker. And he was relentless in his need. The bigfoot fucking her pussy was just as demanding as he pounded into her cunt. The two cocks filled her to the point she didn’t think there was an inch to spare. A splash of warmth hit her chest and her eyes flew wide. One of the others was already hard again, and stroking himself to climax. His cum shot across her breasts, branding her with his scent. His eyes seemed to glow with a possessiveness as he smeared his cum into her skin.

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NEW RELEASE: Don't Let Go by Lynn Burke #BDSM # Domme

Don’t Let Go

Darkest Desires #1
by Lynn Burke
Publisher: Changeling Press

Keywords:  BDSM, Silver Fox, May/December, Erotic Romance, FemDom, Domme, Contemporary, Novella, Series

Troy Jenner’s ex called his desire to be dominated sick. Divorced, shamed, and stripped bare of his assets, Troy is gifted a three day pass to Monique’s, Baltimore’s elite sex club. He hopes to discover the depths of his desires, not fall for the Domme with a turbulent past in her eyes.

Barista by day, Mistress by night, Jaycie Atkins is the Domme assigned to fulfill submissive’s fantasies of pain with pleasure. To conquer her childhood trauma, she learned to be powerful and prudent. Always giving, never receiving. Always in control -- until Troy’s grateful groans after every whip of her flogger threaten to slip past her Domme defenses. The warmth in his eyes tempting her to trust him like no other.

Will Troy’s patience and persistence in breaking down her walls pay off, or will he be forced to accept the fact Mistress will never let go and give him the collar and second chance at love he longs for?

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EXCERPT:

I knelt in the middle of the dungeon-like room as I’d seen on the countless BDSM websites I’d been studying the past month, exactly like they’d shown us new subs at the introduction class the evening before. Butt naked, dick already at half-mast because I finally had the chance to explore the darkness inside of me that had killed my ten-year marriage.

As CEO of a prominent software company, I took pride in my self-control and stoic nature. Being a bastard had gotten me up the rung to where I sat comfortably behind a glass desk with windows overlooking Baltimore’s skyline. It had also earned me a nasty divorce a year earlier when my ex-wife took over half of what we owned, leaving me with a broken heart and near-empty bank accounts. At least a constant work load since then had gotten me closer to where I’d been before she’d attempted to wipe me out.

I studied my hands resting on my bare thighs. Springy hair tickled my palms. While the hair on my body remained a dark blond, the previous two years of hell had shot gray through the thick strands on my head and the scruff I couldn’t keep from lining my jaw.

Forty-three and already fucking gray. Wouldn’t help my chance at dating -- if I ever got the balls to put myself out there again. I’d been celibate for over a year. Dead inside, unable to give two shits about anything but work, unable to get it up, too. I also didn’t have the energy to get involved, let alone think of dating.

Familiar exhaustion tugged on my eyelids, and I let them close while waiting for the Domme the club’s owner had booked me with for the night -- Mistress Jaycie. A woman I’d never met, a woman I was going to let control me in whatever way she wanted.

Time to give over. Time to explore my lust for pain and hopefully float into that mysterious subspace I’d been reading about.

My dick twitched at the thought of pure, empty-headed euphoria.

Would the Domme I’d been paired with have a heavy hand? Would she be beautiful? Did I even care? I just wanted -- craved -- submission, the type that would erase the shit in my mind for a while and maybe get my rocks off.

My ex had been vanilla, same as I’d always been, and when I got the urge to introduce something new in the bedroom, she’d looked at me with disgust. Hell, I’d only suggested handcuffs and ropes, hoping she’d agree so we could eventually move on to what I really wanted.

No such fucking luck.

I breathed deep and exhaled my thoughts along with the lungful of used-up air. The silence coating the dim, private scening room at Monique’s club in downtown Baltimore soothed me. Even if it turned out the BDSM lifestyle wasn’t for me, I’d at least have gotten to experience a semi-hard dick again.

A click sounded as the door opened, and I kept my head and gaze lowered as I’d been instructed in the class. Awareness crept over my skin like an electrical charge as heels clicked on hardwood. My heartbeat accelerated. The subtle scent of oranges hit my nose as black leather stiletto boots came into my line of sight.

Hot as fuck. I bit back my groan as my cock thickened. I swallowed against sudden nervousness, something I hadn’t experienced since my teenage years.

“Hmm…” she murmured. The boots rounded to my left, disappearing in my periphery. “On your feet, slave.” Her low, husky voice prickled my skin, bringing my dick to full attention.

I rose with as much grace as I could, hands at my sides, erection sticking up close to my navel.

A soft inhale tickled my ears as I straightened completely.

I knew what she saw -- what she probably didn’t expect for a man teetering on the brink of the downslope from his prime. Daily yoga, running, and weight training kept my body looking the same as it had at twenty-five.

Something tailed down my backbone and across the top of my ass cheeks, lacking the warmth of skin. Crop? Cane? The urge to know made me want to shift my stance, but I held still.

She rounded to the right and stopped in front of me.

From my height, most of her body came into view even though I kept my head lowered. The black leather of her boots hugged defined calves, stopping just above her knees. A good twelve inches of smooth, pale skin gave way to a tight leather skirt -- also black -- over flared hips, ending at her tiny waist. She held a crop in her right hand.

My dick actually jumped, bumping my abs.

I glanced up through my lashes, filling my eyes with the corset-cinched tits threatening to spill over the top. The milky-white globes set my mouth to watering.

“You will call me Mistress.”

© Lynn Burke 2018

ABOUT LYNN BURKE:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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NEW RELEASE: Party Animal by Gale Stanley #GayRomance #LGBT

PARTY ANIMAL by Gale Stanley

Roosters 6

Casey Cox is a porn star legend. Life is a never-ending party and there’s always a hot guy or two willing to play. Then Casey meets the one man who isn’t interested and suddenly it’s a challenge he can’t resist.

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Teaser

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and gave myself an eight out of ten. All those late nights were finally taking a toll. Would I give them up? Hell no! Life was a never-ending party, and the guest list changed every day. I liked it that way. Variety is the spice of life after all.

But right now, I needed to do damage control. I read somewhere that the eyes are the mirror of the soul. If that was true then my soul must be puffy, wrinkled, and bloodshot. It wasn’t a good look. Thank God for eye drops. A few in each eye made my whites pop. I practiced my sultry green stare in the mirror. Not bad, but the bags had to go. I reached for the Preparation H and applied it liberally. My sister swears by the stuff.

I’d showered and shaved at home, but my hair needed a redo. My trademark look is a messy bedhead, black locks flying every which way. I don’t like to disappoint the fans and it’s easy enough to get the look. It’s all about a good haircut and a few styling tricks, like gel.

I stepped back from the mirror to check out my body. No problems there. Six feet, two inches of lean muscle thanks to an exercise routine that keeps me camera ready. No matter how late I go to bed, I wake up early and use the small gym in my apartment building. A good workout always makes me feel better. Today, we’re shooting early, so I did a short routine, just long enough to break a sweat and get my blood pumping. Then it was SSME, and I’m not talking kinky sex. Shower, shave, moisturize, enema. I like to be clean for the close-up shots.

Yeah, I bare it all, but it’s all for the sake of art. I’m not kidding. One of my first jobs when I came to LA was as an artist’s model. At first, because of my strict upbringing, I was uncomfortable posing nude, but eventually I realized that the human body is a beautiful thing. It was a liberating experience.

Today, I’ve convinced myself that filming is an art form. There are thousands, maybe millions of guys out there staring at my naked body. What I do prompts an emotional response and gives them pleasure, just like other art forms. Art is in the eye of the beholder, after all. It’s one hell of an ego trip.

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Author Bio and Links

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

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