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Hold on tight, we're going for a ride today with #SexySnippets

Zach gave her a look filled with amusement. “You’ll be safe I promise. Come on, it’s late, and it’s cold now the rain’s stopped. Get on. It’s a comfy bike.”
Erin wanted to be with him. She wanted to sit behind him and hold his waist. She wanted to press against him. “Okay, but I want you to have the helmet. It looks way too big for me anyway.”
He smiled an alarmingly charming smile. He turned a little to hold her arm and helped her get on the bike. He told her where to put her feet.
“Okay, where to?”
“Primrose Cottage, it’s the last place on the lane.”
Zach put his helmet on the handle bar. “If anything happens we’ll have the same chance. I know the cottage. I’ve passed it. Hold onto me tight and we’ll be there in a flash.”
Erin put her arms around him and snuggled into his back. Her skirt rode up her thighs and she felt the leather seat against them. The whole thing was bizarrely sexy. She wondered if he thought that too. They didn’t go fast, but they were in front of her cottage very quickly. Zach stopped the bike and then looked around at her, turning so that his hip brushed between her legs.
She let go of him.
He gazed at her for a moment.
“My sister told me your name. I’ll walk you to the door, Erin.” He got off the bike by swinging his leg over the front.
His words registered. The young woman she’d thought was his girlfriend was his sister. Hope filled her heart. Erin saw him look intently at her with her skirt up around the top of her thighs and her legs wide open for a few seconds, and then he’d picked her up by the waist and set her on the sidewalk.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, tugging at the hem of her skirt.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 All Rights Reserved
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#FlameFriday a little snippet from my next release 'The Summer Heat' #Evernight #erotic 18+

First one

and then...

When lifelong friends Nate and Evan watch the arrival of a new neighbor, they never expect to find their friendship rocked by the lovely Annabel who moves into the empty house next door.

Annabel likes both Nate and Evan the moment she meets them. As they all grow close, will she be forced to choose between these gorgeous men? 
The Summer Heat, a contemporary erotic romance coming soon from Evernight publishing

Flame Friday snippet:

He was still inside her. Resting on his forearms, he’d captured her there beneath his body to kiss. Little throbs of pleasure ran through his cock, and he sighed as he pulled out of her.
He helped her stand and kissed her again quickly, before he picked her up. An arm around her waist and one under her ass, he snuggled her against his chest.
She slipped her arms around his neck. “I’m too heavy to carry upstairs.”
Nate grinned. “No, you are not, and anyway Evan and I lift weights in the gym a few times a week. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. I’ve seen the way you look at us with our shirts off.” He gave her a soft little bite on her bottom lip.
She nestled against him as he carried her up to her bedroom.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Evernight Publishing All Rights Reserved, soon to be released books

Visit 'The Black Lion' as this #erotic contemporary #paranormal romance releases #summermustreads #MWTease #NSFW

When Melissa fleetingly meets Sascha in a nightclub, she hopes he will approach her.
Sascha has secrets and it’s a long time since there was a woman in his life.
Unknown to both of them someone watches jealously.
Will this jealousy stop the budding romance between two people who both have something to hide?
An erotic, paranormal romance, full of surprises.

The idea for the story came to me on one of my work trips when I passed a spooky old hotel place with a sign hanging outside like one of those old Highwayman type inns. The words, ‘The Black Lion’ were written on the sign, but there was no picture, and the place itself could have been anything. Paint peeled off the big door and there were no lights on inside, even though it was twilight and quite dark because of the rainy weather.
In the story, I describe the doors, but the peeling paint becomes old posters for bands that have played in my version of a club, ‘The Black Lion.’
The title is also a pun on the nature of one of the characters.

Read an #MWTease 18+ #NSFW:

 Her fingers trailing up and down the other vampire’s body, with her kisses and sighs audible, the scent of her creaming pussy drove Fonteyn wild. He unzipped his black suit pants, pulled out his cock, and pumped it to the same rhythm as Sascha’s fingers in Melissa’s pussy. Fonteyn imagined she touched his body. He imagined her tongue in his mouth. He imagined his lips on her nipples. He sucked in the air scented with roses, and Melissa’s desire.
He could hear every murmur, every word, every sound of sex, and slippery cream, and urgent fucking. He pumped his cock, the sensation tightening his balls, his stomach, the orgasm about to overcome him, he slowed, stroked, as he saw Sascha lift Melissa and fuck her. Fonteyn heard her come and he clawed at his cock, sheathed it in his hand pounding as if he was in her pussy. He nearly shouted as his orgasm burst through him. His knees buckled and he sank to the floor of the balcony.
He breathed in the scent of Melissa’s clenching pussy, filtering out the sound of Sascha’s groans he filled in his own sounds. He whispered, “Melissa.” He stared through the bars of the decorative balcony barrier and thought about sucking Melissa’s clit, sucking the lips of her pussy, biting her neck, tasting her blood. His cock wouldn’t shrink. It throbbed and pulsed as he heard Sascha and Melissa whisper sex words, and saw they hadn’t finished fucking.
Sascha brought Melissa to straddle him as he lay in the lush grass of the adjacent lawn. Fonteyn grasped his cock as he saw Melissa sliding up and down Sascha’s cock, up and down, and then rocking, sliding. Fonteyn groaned. His rival’s whisper horrified him.
“Fuck me, Melissa, fuck me…”
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Hot Ink Press All rights Reserved
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Release day for #Confessions of a Sex Addict, #hot #erotic contemporary romance #excerpt preview, don't burn your fingers #NSFW

Authors ~ Confessions of a Sex Addict


Jinni James lives in her beloved state of Alabama with her amazing husband, her two precious girls, and her awesome stepdaughter along with her lazy cat and her hyperactive dog.  She works during the day as an administrative assistant with her characters talking in her ear all day as she answers phones, works on spreadsheets, and files. As soon as the day winds down Jinni goes home to her family, gets everyone settled, then finally sits at her keyboard and aspires to becoming the author that lives in her head.

Jinni has two books in her Immortal Shifters series, Shifting Hearts and Immortally Torn.  Secret Cravings Publishing just published her novel Business and Pleasure.  She also has a short series, Erotic Encounters that is out now as well.  All of her books can be found on Amazon and other online retailers.

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for Hot Ink PressMoon Rose PublishingEternal PressSecret CravingsEvernight , Siren, and Ra Jones Publishing
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

A new kind of erotic romance, always with a twist.
Cool stories: Hot love scenes.


EVD is an international socialite and collateral descendant of U.S. President James Knox Polk. When she isn't writing, she reads and often entertains at her home in Monte Carlo where she raises money for various charities. She has not been seen since Brazil's first win at the World Cup in June 2014.



Writer. Exile on Peachtree Street.
 I make things up and write them down.
The art form I create when writing is much more interesting than anything you will ever know or learn about me. However, since you ask, I have lived in Tennessee and Georgia my entire life, except for one “lost summer” spent in Los Angeles. My first published stories were for a local underground rock publication in Nashville. Since then, I have published articles on music, fashion, art, travel and history.
October 2013 saw the launch of a novel collaboration, SEPTEMBER ENDS, contemporary fiction laced with romance, erotic and supernatural elements, bound by poetry. SEPTEMBER ENDS has been labeled an “Indie Sensation” due the critical reception and international recognition the novel has received. 
Look for the first RA Jones Anthology to be released July 15, 2014. Confessions of a Sex Addict is four sultry erotic romance stories set in contemporary New Orleans. The second Ra Jones Anthology is scheduled in November 2014. Eight erotic writers with eight stories, all based on one word, which is the title.
More soon…
You can connect with me at the following social media sites: – Exile on Peachtree Street


A Ra Jones Anthology

18+ Excerpt


He scoots his chair closer. The metal scraping across the pavement causes a loud screech until I feel his knee press against mine. “Do any of them make your heart race the way it is right now?” My mouth feels full of cotton as I try to speak, but not a word comes out. I just nod my head back and forth. Adam brushes the wavy hair off my shoulder so that it falls behind me and gets so close to my neck that I can feel his breath against my ear lobe. “Do any of them cause the blood to boil in your veins like this?” I shake my head again. My breathing intensifies as his hand is placed carefully against my thigh. “Those other guys can’t do what I can do for you, Andi.” He whispers in my ear, “Let’s forget everything else for tonight and just be. Let’s get lost with each other. Let me show you the guilty pleasures you’ve only heard about.”
It doesn’t take much convincing. I was ready to leave the minute his hand touched me. The jolts of electricity I felt through my leg when his hand rested there caused me to soak my black panties within seconds. He places a small kiss to the base of my neck beneath my ear. “Come with me, Andi.” I don’t care if he means literally or sexually, but I’m on board.
I nod my head “yes” as I turn to meet his eyes with my own. “What are we waiting for?”
“Absolutely nothing.”

Clip my Wing by Elodie Parkes

Across the square, Drew bundled the boxes of decorative candles into the trunk area of his SUV. He eyed the swinging hips of the young woman walking by. His fingers itched to tweak the tendrils of hair escaping from the loose ponytail so that she turned her face to him. His stomach ached, desire flamed, and he sighed. He closed the door and went back inside. Maybe Sadie would give him a few kisses. He’d nailed her long ago, a year ago maybe, and she often hinted at wanting a repeat performance. Drew walked through the shop to the stock room.
Sadie was three steps up a ladder. Her bare legs taunted him. Her colorful skirt swathed her curvy ass and as she turned to his footfall, the angle of her body accentuated her ample breasts in her white blouse.
Used to taking liberties, Drew ran his palm up her calf, and on up the inside of her thigh.
Sadie slid her arms around his neck to bring her face close to his. She leaned into him, a sigh of disappointment escaping as he moved his hand from the top of her thigh.
“Don’t tease, Drew. You know I want you.”
Drew lifted her with one strong arm, and pulled her legs around his waist with the other.
She smiled at this and clung to him.
He tasted the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue. The kisses he hoped for rained on his mouth and Drew walked with Sadie to the other side of the shelving, out of sight, and into semi-darkness. He sat down on the cushioned top of a small step stool, and brought Sadie to straddle him. “I need you bad.” He whispered the words as he kissed up Sadie’s neck and dragged her skirt up around her waist. “I’m desperate for you. You smell so good.” His fingers traced her pussy over the soft, dampening fabric of her underwear, and he sucked on her bottom lip. “My cock’s so hard, for you, Sadie.” He pulled the gusset of her panties aside and thrust a finger into her pussy. He muffled a low moan torn from him at the feel of her. She was drenched. Her cream slipped around his finger and he pushed in another. With his open mouth against her cheek, he dotted wet kisses along to her lips, and thrust his tongue into her mouth in time to the rhythm of his fingers pumping in her pussy. “You feel so good.” His breath caught and his words slurred.
Sadie unzipped his jeans and touched the head of his engorged cock with a fingertip. Cum leaked from the slit, his balls lifted, and his stomach muscles tightened. Drew groaned. “I’m going to fuck you now.” He lifted her to stand, yanked down his jeans so that his huge, aching cock sprang free, and brought her back to straddle him in one flow of energy. He pulled aside the leg of her panties again and slipped into her warm, wet pussy.
Drew groaned as he pressed her down hard onto his cock. The lace of her panties, an extra delight against his skin, he clasped her hips, and rocked her. The muscles in the tops of his arms tightened, standing out as he slid her up and down on his cock. He wouldn’t last. He bit her bottom lip and kissed her softly. “I’m close to coming.”
Sadie’s sighs and soft sounds of pleasure reached him through a fog of lust. “So am I. This is so great. It feels so good.” She nuzzled his neck.
Drew let himself go and fucked her hard. His orgasm stormed over his lower body. He thrust even after the delicious waves left him weak. He couldn’t stop wanting more and more. He slid his hand between their bodies and pressed a finger to Sadie’s clit. He circled, pinched, and stroked until she came on him, on his cock, still hard inside her, and on his fingertip, whispering his name into his open mouth.

Voyeur by Electra von Drego
“I like to watch,” I say when my turn comes. “I don’t do anything illegal. I just like to watch.”
The others nod. They strike me as people that might enjoy watching.
“There is this place that I go to. It’s a club hidden behind a bar. It’s been there for years and years. Rumor has it it’s been there since before the Civil War. Maybe even when Louisiana was still French territory.”
“I know this place,” a woman says. “I’ve been there. I like when they have theme nights.”
I smile at her a bit. “I like those nights too. The last time I was there, it was Warriors and Virgins night. There is this man I like to watch. He’s very good at putting on a show. He calls himself Ronan, which is not his real name. He has a lot to lose by being discovered at a place like the Club. But he likes to be watched as much as I like to watch, so the arrangement works well for us. I’m here because of something that happened there. Something different. I crossed a line I never thought I would cross.” 
“Tell us,” the moderator says as he leans into the circle. He has the eyes of a voyeur. Curious and filled with mirth.
I smile. “The evening went like this. Before we left the place where we started the evening, he made me change from the simple and non-descript trousers I wore into a slick, tight-fitting jumpsuit that made me look like a cat burglar. It wasn’t something I would choose for myself, but I have learned that when dealing with Ronan, sometimes it is best just to go along with what he wants. He has an instinct about these things.
“At the entrance to the Club, they know him. He’s allowed just to pass inside. I was stopped and a glowing orange band was placed around my wrist, the one they give to those of us who are there to watch. Rather than to prevent me from participating from what was happening in the club, it was more of a sign to others that I was simply there to watch and preferred not to be interfered with. I followed him into the club. I made certain to keep my distance. I’ll admit my cat burglar outfit made me feel different. I strutted more than I walked. There was no objection from me. This was part of the reason he agreed to let me watch him.”

I’m a Good Girl, Really by Hunter S. Jones

In no time, we were chatting away, the lights of the city that never sleeps zipping by us. The bottle of champagne practically disappeared and the car stopped. We were just friends, that’s all. Again, I thought, I’m a good girl.
John took my chin in one hand while reaching under my skirt with the other. I will never forget how that felt, how I practically melted into him.
He whispered softly, “We’re going in to have a good time. I’ll take care of you. Trust me.”
“John, I can’t do this. I’m scared. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
Pulling his hand from between my legs, he said, “We’re just going to a club, Jennifer. You are about to have the best time you have ever had in your life. Just do what I tell you, okay?” Then, a darkness crossed him. “How do you think you moved up the ranks in the company?” He placed his hand on my hair. “You’re going to have to do what I say, understood?” There was something menacing about him as he looked me in the eye. Was he threatening my job, my career? Why would a man like him want an accountant when he could have any woman he wanted?
The wetness between my legs increased as he said one thing, but did another. He had me aroused and scared, all at the same time. He moved the string of my panties to one side and fingered me. Not knowing what to do, I opened my legs for him, but he whispered, “Not yet. You said you don’t want to.” He fisted my hair as he fingered me one more time. “You’ll want me so badly, you’ll be begging me, but now you’ll have to wait until I’m ready for you.” Opening the partition, he said to the limo driver, “We’re ready to go in now. Thank you.”
He turned to me and said roughly, “Let’s go in. You go to the dance floor first. I’ll meet you there.”
I wondered if he had drugged me. I was so compliant. But, this was dangerous, exciting. I wanted him and now it appeared that I had to accept what he had planned for me.
I was always the good girl, the sorority girl, the good friend, an accountant.
Something told me I wasn’t ready for this.
© Ra Jones Publishing 2014 All Rights Reserved