Cross + Catherine: The Saga by Bethany-Kris – Blog Tour

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Cross + Catherine: The Saga

by Bethany-Kris
Cross + Catherine, #1-3, 3.5, 4)
Publication Date: April 8, 2019
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance

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SYNOPSIS

Once upon a time, a wild boy fell in love with a sly girl …

From high school sweethearts to a criminal King and Queen, Cross Donati and Catherine Marcello’s love became a force—even destructive, it was unstoppable.

They were meant to be.
Even when everything stood in the way.

Always.

Fall in love with the saga of Cross + Catherine, and their story of a love revered, and a life lived so unruly.

The Saga: Cross + Catherine is a boxset of the full Cross + Catherine series featuring the full-length novels Always, Revere, and Unruly as well as the series novellas, Cross + Catherine: The Companion and Naz & Roz.

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“You didn’t answer me. How have you been, babe?”

“I’ve been okay,” she replied.

Cross smiled, but he thought maybe she was only saying that for his benefit. “Still running for your cousin?”

“Maybe.”

Catherine had always been good at three things: loving him, hustling drugs, and lying. Cross doubted much of that changed.

“Sure you are. Why else would you be here?”

Catherine waved at her plate. “Delicious food.”

“Mmhmm.”

Before he could think better of it, Cross reached across the table and grabbed Catherine’s hand. The dozens of bangles on her wrist jingled against the tabletop. He found her skin was still soft, warm, and all his. He squeezed her hand and ran the pad of his thumb across her knuckles. Her fingers trembled just a second before she tugged her hand away.

“Don’t do that, Cross,” Catherine said.

She didn’t want him to see the way she hid her hands from his sight. It was too late; he couldn’t possibly miss it. Only once in their long relationship had Cross truly missed something Catherine wanted to hide from him, and it had been their ruin.

He was never going to make that mistake again.  

“Still as stubborn as ever, I see.”

“You liked it,” she retorted, unable to stop her grin.

“I might still.”

Catherine’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“What are you doing this weekend?”

No.

Stupid.

Bad.

He was going to get his ass shot.

He had been warned.

Cross didn’t drop his gaze, or move an inch.

“Uh …”

“Go out with me,” he said.

Catherine didn’t blink. “Um.”

“Come on, Catty, you always had a quick response for everything I or anyone else ever said. Don’t disappoint me now.”

“Cross—”

“Catherine, hey.” A man wearing a chef’s jacket that Cross didn’t recognize—and didn’t fucking care to—strolled up to their table. He wore a cocked eyebrow and an irritating smile. Cross considered stabbing the man with the knife on the table just because he interrupted. That shit was rude. “Andino was asking if you were still here. He wants you to head back to the office for a few.”

Catherine blinked up at the man, clearly recognizing him. Cross certainly didn’t like the way the man looked at Catherine like the two were … familiar.

Were they?

He didn’t know.

Cross would bet the man certainly wouldn’t want to know what he would do to him if he did know.  

“Who is this, Catherine?” the guy asked. “You haven’t mentioned having a friend.”

Cross didn’t miss the man’s resentment in his words. Definitely something there, he thought. He met the man’s gaze for a brief second, and then dropped it just as fast. Whoever the fuck he was, the guy wasn’t important to Cross.

At all.

“Thanks for letting me know about Andino, Jamie.” Catherine let out a sigh, and stood from the table leaving her unfinished plate and Cross behind. “Cross, it was nice seeing you.”

Cross smiled and murmured, “Likewise, Catherine.”

She stiffened a bit. Something that looked a hell of a lot like memories flashed in her eyes. Then, she was gone.

Jamie, the irritating chef, stayed behind. “Can I help you?”

“Sure,” Cross said with a flick of his wrist, “by fucking off somewhere.”

“Excuse—”

“I said what I said, so go.”

“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but—”

“Andino does, so run back and let him know I’m here.”

“And who are you exactly?”

“Cross Donati.” He looked up at Jamie and smirked. “Or you might know me as the reason you couldn’t keep Catherine interested long enough to get anywhere good.”

Jamie’s face whitened.

Cross flicked his wrist again. “Now do as I said, and fuck off somewhere.”

The man fucked off.

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ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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Isle of Savages by T. Briar – Blog Tour

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Publisher: �MuseItUp Publishing (June 15, 2017)
Category: Thriller/Suspense, New Adult, Sub-Human Cannibals
Tour dates: Mar-Apr, 2019
ISBN: 978-1771279277
Available in Print and ebook, 220 pages

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Description Isle of Savages by T. Briar

Eleven souls are shipwrecked on an island teeming with sub-human cannibals. Who will survive to tell the tale?

On July 20, 20� a charter school�s sponsored sail from San Diego to Hawaii hits a reef during a violent storm. Sixteen souls abandon ship. Nine students, along with the hated captain and first mate, wash up on what they believe is a deserted island.

Separated into three groups by circumstance and mutual distrust, treachery and death lurk for all. Over the course of a single day, one student betrays all the others. Another drowns. Two others get ambushed by a great white shark. And, like falling dominoes, the captain, first mate, and six students fall prey to a tribe of bloodthirsty cannibals.

In the face of almost certain death, who will escape the isle of savages to tell the tale?

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“What if it’s a trap and you get caught?” Mia’s bottom lip quivered and tears welled in her eyes. “I’m not going to cry for you. Not one single tear.”

“That’s good to know. Instead, just think how happy I am that you and Keri got away. That’s the most important thing to me anyway.” Eric took up the paddle, digging into the ocean to edge them toward the shoreline. As an afterthought, in hopes of lightening the mood, he added, “But just think how foolish we’re all going to feel when we find out it’s not a trap.”

“Whatever,” Mia answered. Keri didn’t say anything.

Eric angled them into the breakers and a lone wave sent them skidding all the way up onto the beach. The moment he stepped out of the raft, he looked back. “Get ready to shove off, in case…”

Keri hopped from the raft with Mia following. Mia grabbed his arm, spinning him around. “Hold on a second.” She stretched up on tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. Just a peck really, no tongue, and no lingering.

“What was that for?” Eric was surprised by the kiss…and pleasantly pleased. He stared directly into her eyes, a smile surfacing.

“The hero always gets a kiss at the end of the movie. I’d hate to know that you died without getting one, you foolish, good deed doer.”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” Eric joked. Displays of affection in public settings always made him uncomfortable. Turning to go, he glanced back over his shoulder. “No worries. I’ve got this.”

“Be really careful,” Mia called out after him.

Eric proceeded cautiously up the beach, wishing he’d not lost the knives earlier. Tanya still sat in the exact same spot. She seemed to pay his advance no mind. The closer he got to her, the more he sensed that something was wrong. Maybe with her, maybe because of her. He didn’t really know which it was, only that something was very wrong.

For starters, she had a despondent look on her face as she stared at the ground directly in front of her. She was also naked as the day she’d been born, arms hanging limply at her sides to allow a full view of her heavy breasts. The position of her crossed legs presented the sight of her bare pubis. Nothing about her demure posture or physical appearance seemed natural. He couldn’t help remembering that this girl had once been the most flirtatious girl on the cruise.

At a distance of fifteen feet, he called out, “Tanya, look at me.”

She didn’t look up or acknowledge him in any way.

“Tanya! Look at me and tell me what happened to you. Why are you sitting there naked? What happened to your clothes? Is Gregory and the captain still alive? Start talking, or I’m going back to the raft and leaving you here.”

At this, Tanya looked straight at Eric, a glimmer of recognition dawning. She blinked and tears trickled down her cheeks. She extended arms toward him, opening and closing her fingers like a child signaling they wanted to be picked up.

Eric took another cautious step forward as a chill crept up his spine to raise the short hairs on the back of his neck. He immediately stopped in his tracks, scanning the jungle for signs of danger. He didn’t see any, but couldn’t make his feet take another step forward. Despite his former argument in favor of doing this, he wished he’d stayed in the raft with Mia and Keri and risked everything in open water. But here he stood now, with no other alternative than to see it through.

“Come to me, Tanya,” he instructed. “Stand up and come to me.”

“I can’t.” She sniffled. “Help me, Eric. Please don’t leave me here to die.”

Stifling his fear, he forced stubborn feet to move forward in the soft sand. The moment he reached down for her hands, she lunged forward, wrapping both arms around his legs.

“I’m sorry, Eric!” Tanya muttered as she toppled him over onto his back. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

Eric, stunned by the sudden attack, struggled to get away, but Tanya held his legs in an iron grip. To further thwart his efforts, a group of what looked to be primitive pygmies swarmed out of the jungle to seize his arms and legs. Though small, they were immensely strong, easily flipping him over onto his stomach and pinning his arms behind his back.

“Nooooo!” Mia’s tortured voice wailed.

A view of the beach stretched out before him. He saw Mia running toward him; Keri darting forward to quickly tackle her to the sand; Mia outstretching her hands as Keri forcibly dragged her back to the raft and tossed her inside; Mia never taking her eyes off him as Keri pulled the raft into the ocean.

He never stopped looking at Mia. Not even when the pygmies snatched his head back by the hair to nick his neck with a razor-sharp, volcanic glass knife.

The last thing he knew before losing consciousness was all-encompassing pain emanating from the wound on his neck, accompanied by uncontrollable convulsions, and the dual images of Mia and Keri escaping to sea.

Praise Isle of Savages by T. Briar

�Freaking Amazing! This books was such a wild ride from page one. So many twists and turns that you just can’t figure out what the hell is going to happen next! It was so hard to put down and very, very well written.� I am very picky with the books I read, I know I say that a lot, but it’s true. This book met every single one of my expectations and then some.

With the characters, you either really felt for them, or you held seething hatred for them. It was like the main characters couldn’t seem to catch a break and the villains of the story kept getting a leg up. It was driving me crazy! I was found yelling at my kindle, cursing, clenching my fists, all because this story was so easy to get into! In fact, it was hard NOT to!

This is not a happy story, by any means. There is so much death and destruction and it’s written in great detail. So if you get wigged out easily, this might not be the book for you. Me, I love this kind of stuff. The blood, the gore, the chaos, this book had it all! Definitely 5 out of 5 stars for me!�- Amanda, Rabid Readers Book Blog

About T. Briar

Briar spent his formative years in the treacherous worlds of The Savage Sword of Conan, The Warlord, and Jonah Hex comics. So he�s been fascinated with action adventure stories for most of his life. From there, he eventually discovered Jack London, Louis L�amour and Jack Higgins. These days he�s devouring thriller novels by James Rollins, Clive Cussler and a host of other adventure writers.

This led him to start writing at an early age and he didn�t stop until he saw his name in print. Although, it wasn�t in the thriller genre. Not at first. But it was always a given that he�d eventually write and publish a thriller. It just took him a few extra years to get around to it.

He lives in South Georgia with his wonderful wife of 25 years.

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Fiction – Religion & Spirituality
Release Date: April 9, 2019
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As Rachel Williams, a renowned television journalist, covers the signing of a historical peace accord in Jerusalem, a terrorist strike levels several of the Holy Land’s most ancient, sacred sites – sites important to Jews, Christians, and Muslims alike. As international tensions rise due to the incident, Rachel finds a long-forgotten email she received months earlier foretelling these events. An email she dismissed because it came from a man whom she considered a religious nut. When Rachel locates the sender, he gives her a Bible containing handwritten notes deciphering the Book of Revelation. After another terrorist attack occurs – one written about in the man’s notes – Rachel embarks on an adventure of spiritual discovery that leads to unraveling the greatest mystery of all time: The rise of the Antichrist and the return of Jesus to Earth! And where she, an agnostic, plays a significant role in the Biblical End Times and the Battle of Armageddon.
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JACK SNYDER
Jack Snyder is a prolific award-winning screenwriter with eight produced screenplays under his belt, three of which he directed. His films have been distributed by major studios and have shown theatrically and aired on major cable networks. The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences – the Oscar folks – requested a copy of one of his screenplays for its Core Collection, to be used for research and study purposes by producers, academics, and students. In his free time, Jack likes to hang out with his family and their two Chihuahuas on Zuma Beach in Malibu.
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Syed Nadim Rizvi is a writer and community-leader who is best known for his great communication skills. He’s multilingual in English, Urdu, Punjabi and Hindi languages. And is an excellent orator within the Muslim community. Nadim is concerned with the current tensions and misunderstandings amongst the followers of the Abrahamic traditions (Judaism, Christianity and Islam). It is for this reason he has studied the Holy Quran thoroughly with English and Urdu translation. He wanted to investigate for himself the true meaning of the Holy Scripture and not be influenced by others, particularly those who negatively distort the image of Islam. He has devoted his life towards promoting peace and harmony in the world.
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Pamela Cosel is a freelance writer, editor and former journalist whose overall career path has been in communication. She was first published in newspapers in 1980 and later in print and online magazines. She has worked as a digital content editor/managing editor in television news for two TV stations:  KXRM in Colorado Springs, CO, and KXAN in Austin, TX. While at KXRM, she was an online blogger for the news station at the Democratic National Convention the year Barack Obama secured the presidential nomination.
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The Impaler’s Wife – Book Tour

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Part of a Fearless Women in History series
Historical fiction, Historical Romance, Gothic Romance
Published Date: April 3, 2019
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The year is 1464 and young King Matthias controls Hungary, his family, and the fate of the world’s most notorious political prisoner, Prince Vlad Dracula. 
 Ilona Szilágy, the king’s cousin, is young and ambitious. Dracula is determined to marry into the Hunyadi family. It is love at first sight…but the king has other plans. The Impaler Prince, however, never takes no for an answer.
This begins Ilona’s journey into the treacherous world of court intrigues, family betrayals, and her husband’s dark desires. Eager to become Vlad’s trusted confidant, Ilona soon discovers that marriage to man tortured by his past comes with a price.
Woven throughout is a peek into the life and times of one of the world’s most enigmatic and maligned rulers…the man before the legend.
With Bardot’s decadent period detail and a cast of gritty evocative characters, The Impaler’s Wife offers a fierce yet sensuous glimpse into the violent 15th century.

 

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Prince Vlad rests his hand on the small of my back. “Come, Lady Ilona, look at the faces of anarchy and villainy, and see how much they resemble your friends and family.”

“I will not.” I back away from the entrance where moans rise from the bowels of the labyrinth like a demon’s song.

“The choice is yours, of course.” His tone is low and gentle, but in the lamplight his stare is wolf like.

I shift from foot to foot, look away, only to glance back. Does he hear my heart knocking against my breast?  Can he smell my fear as it beads wet on my neck? Do I want to rise to this challenge? Or am I a fool for allowing him to bait me?

My fingers tighten around the lamp’s clay handle. “I will humor you, my lord, but only because Father taught me courage and graciousness.”

“Mihály taught you well.” He holds out his hand. “My lady.”

The lamp divides the darkness like a saber, each foot forward lighting our descent into hell. Ghostly groans from below seep through the rock. I sink into Vlad’s fur-lined coat as though their suffering will soak into my soul.

Vlad pauses before descending the narrow rock steps leading into the labyrinth’s deepest level. “Are you certain?” His eyes glint with challenge. “A weak constitution is nothing to be ashamed of.”

I lift my chin and glare with pretended insult. “I am the daughter of Michael Szilágyi and Margit Báthory. Iron courage flows in my blood.” I push back my cuff and show him the blue-forked veins in my wrist. “I am as brave as Hadak Ura, our ancient pagan warlord.”

“I believe you, my lady. I will not doubt again.”

The clanking chains and eerie moans get louder with each step down, the noises merging into a demonic choir like that of Ördög’s requiem to the Underworld. My legs shake, my neck wet with icy prickles, and my skin tightens around my chest.

I lift the lamp into hell.

The circle of light shines upon a pockmarked man stretching his arm between the bars, his fingers curled like claws. “Bless me, good sister.”

In the cell next to him, a naked wretch spits onto the ground. “Menj a fenébe!”

“I am innocent!” A third prisoner grabs the bars and presses his wild-bearded face against the iron. “Tell His Highness there is a Turkish spy in his court. He is in danger! You must warn him!”

My head swivels toward Prince Vlad.

“There are always spies,” Vlad whispers.

I walk with measured pace and let the lantern reveal each doomed prisoner. Most stare, empty-eyed; the whips, chains, skin shredders, bone crushers, and strappado take away all hope and spirit. Others shout obscenities. One man kneels, hands in prayer, and mutters the Hail Mary.

The weight of their misery crashes down, squeezes my heart, and crushes my breath. This place must be worse than hell’s torments because these wretches yet live, have all their faculties! No one deserves this! It is inhumane! Sadistic and depraved!

My breath comes in shreds and clumps. I cover my nose with Prince Vlad’s cape, the stench of rotting flesh enfolding me in its putrid embrace. My pace quickens. It is time to end this test of my courage.

“You!” A milky-eyed wretch points to Prince Vlad and begins chanting in a foreign tongue.

Prince Vlad guides me away from the cells. “You have thrice over proven your courage tonight.”

“What language was that man speaking?”

“He recites from the Corpus Hermeticum.” Dracula takes the lantern and illuminates the stairwell. “It’s a pagan book of alchemy, astronomy, and metaphysics.”

“It sounded like he cursed us.”

“Pay no attention to a madman’s rants. That particular book is nothing but Egyptian and Greek nonsense.”

I tread upwards, evil’s chill clinging to my limbs. At the top, I try to purge the dungeon’s misery, malice, and madness with a long exhalation. Yet the horror sticks like nettles in my soul.

“This way.” I move past the dark tunnel and enter the lighted one, relieved to put space and distance between the prisoners and me.

The tunnel ends at a large grotto where Prince Vlad pauses to light the ring of torches affixed to the walls. I wait on a stone bench near the baptismal fount, sighing with relief as the golden glow of the church-like arches infuses peace into my troubled soul.

Prince Vlad sits beside me. “We go from hell to heaven.”

I tuck a stray lock behind my ear. “This was Father’s favorite grotto. God’s Buried Cathedral, he called it. His second favorite has a Titan-sized head emerging from the ground—like a god got stuck in molten rock. I was only in that grotto once. It reminded me of an insect trapped in tree sap that ages to amber—the insect forever entombed—never aging, almost alive in its resin grave.”

“Do you find that horrific or beautiful?” His eyes search mine.

“Both I suppose.” My shoulders move into my sigh. “Caves are dreary places.”

“I rather enjoy them. Tunnels have saved my life several times.” Dracula stands. “I think we are both ready for fresh air.” He offers his hand, its warmth a familiar comfort.

Together we walk through the tunnel lit by small lanterns that flicker like fireflies all the way to the exit.

Prince Vlad gives the stubborn iron-crossed door a hard yank and it groans open. Outside, a sapphire dawn drapes over Buda.

“On no.” My hands fly to my face. “It’s so late it’s early.” Were we in the tunnels that long? If my aunts discover I never returned to my room…I spin about, my voice edged with panic. “I have to go back. Now.”

Vlad’s brows crease with concern. He tugs a handkerchief from his robe and touches it to my lips as though dabbing at a smudge. “There’s something I must do first.” He lays the linen over my lips and sets his mouth on mine.

Even through the thin fabric, his lips sear my own. I part my lips, feel the linen moisten with the breath of our lust. I collapse into him, my body sizzling with desire. I am about to rip away the fabric and taste his lips when he breaks the kiss.

Vlad Dracula steps back, the handkerchief between thumb and forefinger. “If you marry Luigi della Scala you will still be chaste.” He drags the handkerchief across his mouth. “I will always have this.”

Chaste? Prince Vlad just violated my heart and corrupted my flesh!

Back in my chambers, I touch my lips that still burn with the memory of our kiss—my first kiss—and groan. Vlad Dracula used my virtue, conceit, and fears to study the labyrinth’s secrets. He took advantage of my desire for romantic adventure to learn the escape route.

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Autumn Bardot writes smart erotica and historical fiction about sassy women, spicy sex, and daring passions!
 Her erotica includes Legends of Lust, ( Cleis Press )and Confessions Of A Sheba Queen ( Cleis Jan 2020).  Autumn has a BA in English literature and a MaEd in curriculum and instruction. She’s been teaching writing and literary analysis for fourteen years. Autumn lives in Southern California with her hubby, rescue pooch, and ever-increasing family.  Her favorite things include salty French fries, coffee, swimming, and a great book.
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Can this stern doctor heal her broken past?

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Despite not having a great start in life, Seraphina Moon never gave up hope that good fortune would smile upon her. Just when things are looking most dire for her, she is whisked off to a new life at Primrose Park, home of Lady Tempest Knox and her husband, James.When it is time for Seraphina to be married, Lady Tempest knows there is only one person up to the task—Lady Ambrosia, Matchmaker to the Discerning. Dr. Lucas Spencer, the most eligible bachelor in the village of Briar Glen, is shocked by the lengths to which the local ladies – and their mothers – will go to ensnare him in marriage. Looking for a proper bride to share his life, he contacts Lady Ambrosia.Seraphina has never met a man as handsome as Lucas and when he boldly informs her that marriage to him will include firm discipline, Seraphina’s heart melts for her stern husband.

Lucas and Seraphina are well on their way to happily ever after. But, will a secret from Seraphina’s past tear them apart forever?

This is book three in the Regency Matchmaker Series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.

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“This very important lesson,” he said, resuming his exploration of her nether region, “is for you to realize, your body belongs to me. And should I wish to gaze upon your little pucker,” he said stroking his finger over the part of her anatomy which he had just mentioned, “or even down here into the slick folds of your womanhood, I shall do so.”

And as promised, he did. The heated longing, combined with embarrassment which Seraphina had felt at her husband’s exploration of her bottom hole, turned into searing heat and desire, as his finger probed further along the crevice and into the wetness which had gathered in her private womanly places.

“Oh my, it would appear you enjoy being across my lap, having your bottom spanked, having me look upon your private openings.”

“No, ‘tis not true,” Seraphina said, though as the words left her mouth she questioned their veracity, but she could never have the nerve to speak of enjoying such shenanigans as her husband had engaged in.

“I beg to differ, for this moisture here,” he ran his fingers along her thighs gathering up the wetness which had collected there, “is clear proof of your desire, proof of your enjoyment of the lessons I have been teaching you.”

“I do not know why moisture is there, it has never happened to me before.”

Lucas put his hand into her private parts, spreading her thighs apart a little further, so Seraphina felt the cool air inside the carriage as it wafted over her exposed parts. “This part of your body,” he said running his finger through her slick folds, “is called your cunny. And when you become aroused, such as when your husband spanks you, or kisses you, or you think naughty thoughts, your cunny will become wet with your arousal. This slickness will make it easier when we engage in marital congress.”

As if to demonstrate even more of his authority over her, Lucas pushed one finger into the tight opening of her womanly core. Seraphina gasped and grabbed hold of his calf to steady herself. “Seraphina, you are absolutely soaking wet in here.”

“I am sorry, but I do not know how to stop the wetness. It just keeps coming.”

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USA Today bestselling author Celeste Jones is known for writing highly entertaining erotic romance featuring headstrong heroines and stern yet loving heroes who aren’t afraid to take a naughty woman over their knees. When she’s not writing, she enjoys travel, reading and dancing like no one is watching.
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