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Naughty Secret

by

Lea Bronsen

BLURB:

 

Ivy Stone is a young mother striving to make ends meet and provide for her little boy, whose father disappeared before he was born. She’s tired, and her sole dreams of a better future are for her son.

 

Alexander MacMillan Jr. never could forget about the gorgeous girl with whom he spent a wild night four years ago, but a pole dancer just wasn’t a match for the heir of a wealthy estate owner. Since he couldn’t have her, he drunkenly sought left and right, straight and gay, for a love that never happened.

 

When Alex’s father demands that he marry a woman to save the family name, and Alex discovers his naughty secret has started working for a millionaire neighbor, he quickly schemes for an arranged wedding at his birthday party. But will she accept to be his bride?

 

#Erotic #Contemporary #SecondChance #MayDecember #Millionaire #Romance

 

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EXCERPT:

 

A refreshing breeze rustled Alex’s hair as he reached the Hampton beach. He filled his lungs with salty air, his gaze sweeping the vast Atlantic and looking for spots on the horizon. No ships today, but endless, foam-topped waves of dark blue water rolling toward the shore in a deafening sound. 

The more he thought of it, the clearer it became to him. What he essentially needed was a wife for a day, a bride for show to stop the fucking gossip. And once he’d proven to everybody he was a ‘normal’ guy and the guests had gone home, he could return to his nocturnal activities—only keeping them a little more secret from now on.

He unbuttoned his shirt and tied it around his waist. Flames of fire licked his skin, but he was used to being outdoors, and anyway, he didn’t intend to stay out very long. Just needed a breather. 

At this hour, few people came to the beach. It was too hot. He scanned the perimeter and saw only a small kid running after a ball down the neighbor’s property.

Wait, wasn’t that…?

Yeah, he recognized the cap and the Superman shirt. And if that was Ivy’s kid, then she couldn’t be far. Alex’s heart jumped in his chest. 

The little boy shouldn’t be out in the sun now, though, after having suffered from the heat earlier.

“Hey!” Alex waved. 

He was too far away for the kid to hear him. He hurried over, and at the same time, Ivy appeared on the wooden walkway at the bottom of Fremont’s garden.

His breath caught. Her movements made the denim dress mold her svelte yet generously curved body. She may be wearing simple clothes, but they did a poor job of hiding the sexy treasures beneath. Blood rushed to his cock. Thank fuck his tied shirt covered it.

Strikingly beautiful without make-up, loose hair blowing in the breeze, she shook off her sandals and dipped her toes in the sand. At the sight of her son playing with the ball, she broke into a white-toothed smile and chuckled. She looked happy, instantly making Alex feel the same. He sizzled inside, his pulse beat faster. He had missed her so fucking much, and here she was back in his life!

When she turned and noticed him, her laugh faded to a dim smile. She recognized the guy in the limo earlier, not the one with whom she’d slept all night. He could tell from her discreet, polite reaction. It must be because he wore shades, and maybe his beard did its part in concealing his identity, too. If she knew he was her lover from four years ago, her gaze would tell.

He would never forget. Memories flashed in his mind. At the bar, he’d asked if there was any chance they could go somewhere, and she’d taken his hand with an alluring smile and led him to an empty dressing room. There, she’d done a strip show just for him in front of the vanity mirror, its white light bulbs giving the impression she was on stage. Then she’d undressed him, and they’d had wild sex in all kinds of positions, laughing and chatting and screwing over and over again. What a night!

“Hello,” she said, walking toward him.

His heart skipped a beat. “Hi.” Should he tell her who he was? How would she react if he did?

She stopped at a mere five feet away, but still showed no sign of recognition. Mind-boggling. “Thanks for helping out earlier. It was very kind of you.”

“Oh.” He lifted a hand to wave it off. “No worries. The kid looks better.”

“Danny? Yeah, thank God. We’ve had a great lunch, and now he’s playing again like nothing happened.”

“Glad to hear that. He shouldn’t be out too long in the sun, though.”

A frown, like she disliked being told right from wrong. “I know. We’re just checking out the beach. And I forgot my hat and sunglasses, so we’ll go right back”—she pointed over her shoulder—“in a minute. Do you have children?”

“No.” He’d love to have one, though. Kids were great fun, but as a notorious party animal, he wasn’t exactly laying the foundation for a family. He diverted the disturbing subject. “Are you settling well?”

She nodded. “Mr. Fremont’s a gentleman. He’s made sure everything was nice and ready for us in his gorgeous mansion. He’s having a nap, now, that’s why we’re—” She raised her hands, palms up, and tilted her face toward the sun. “Aw, I love it.”

And I love how sexy you look when you do this.

Like when she was coming with her cunt wrapped around his cock in the dressing room, moaning and arching her back, swollen tits pointed in the air.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

 

Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After a deep dive on the unforgiving world of gangsters with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between romantic suspenses, dark erotic romances, and crime thrillers.

 

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Lost and Found

by

Suzy Shearer

BLURB:

One night of magic. That’s all they had together but it changed both their lives.

 

Multi-millionaire Oliver Maxwell, 51, despairs of ever finding the woman who stole his heart that night.

 

Renowned artist Simone St Ives, 46, also knows her life was forever altered by that one chance encounter.

 

Both doubt they’ll ever find their soul mate again. Because finding them seems impossible when all you know about the other is their first name?

 

EXCERPT:

 

“What the fuck do you mean, you can’t find her?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Maxwell, but with so little to go on…” The nondescript man facing Oliver shrugged his shoulders, his arms apart in a gesture of defeat. He looked hesitant as he added, “I mean we don’t even have a last name, and you told me you can’t even be sure she lives in this city.”

Oliver’s deep growl escaped his throat without warning then he sighed. He knew the private investigator was correct, but it didn’t sit easily with him. He had to let go of his anger.

He drew in several deep breaths then nodded. “I understand completely, and I’m sorry. I do know you’ve done your best.”

“If we just had something else.” The plaintive note in his voice wasn’t lost on Oliver. “Even a last name, a suburb, a place of employment. Anything.”

Hundreds of times each day, Oliver wished he had the same things as he replied, “Thanks. If I discover any of those you’ll be the first to know.”

Both rose and shook hands, with the PI scuttling as fast as he could from the office. Yep, he’s glad to leave. Oliver sank back onto his chair, laying his head on his hands. He’d tried everything he could think of during the past three weeks to find his mystery woman to no avail. He had to face facts—she was gone.

I need you, where are you?

One night, that’s all they had, just one night. But it would be burnt into his memory forever. No other woman would, or could, ever come close to her. His life had been forever changed by one chance encounter. Oliver’s mind went back to that night, as it had done so often in the last three weeks.

He still couldn’t remember why he’d gone down in the elevator … probably something to do with the charity auction he’d been involved in. When the doors opened on the ground floor, a vision in cream entered the carriage. Oliver couldn’t move, he just stared at her. She looked over at him, her vivid green eyes widened, and he felt a jolt somewhere around his heart. She pressed a button.

Her melodic voice sent shivers down his spine as she asked, “What floor?”

“Wherever you’re going.”

Her mouth had opened slightly as she continued staring at him, taking one step toward him as if pulled by a huge magnet. It was as though they were the only two people left in the world. The doors began to close and Oliver quickly pushed forty as he stepped closer to her, his arm brushed against hers and she gasped. They both just stood there, so close to each other, staring into each other’s eyes. The elevator stopped and its doors began to open on the twentieth floor. She ignored the beckoning hallway and stayed looking at him. Upward they rode until they heard—ding, the fortieth floor.

To this day Oliver had no idea why he did it, nor why on earth she accepted, but he held out his hand and stood in the open elevator doorway. She looked at his upturned hand, then back to his face and with a smile that could have sunk a thousand ships, she put her hand in his. They walked in silence down the corridor.Somehow he managed to pull his key-card

from his pocket, then open the door to his hotel suite. He kicked it shut as they entered and the next second they were in each other’s arms. Her kisses were as frantic as his. They both tore at each other’s clothes until finally both were naked.

 © Suzy Shearer 2021

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Heat Rating : Level 4

Word Count: 89,700

 

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She’d slept in, got covered in mud, almost set fire to the ladies' room, and then lost her job. So what else could happen?

Mia Bruce, 54, couldn't believe how bad her day started out but that chain of events led to something amazing—she started her own business!

Karl Miller, 55, multi-millionaire, business owner and bisexual partner to Liam, couldn't believe his eyes when he found the half-naked staff member in the ladies' room. Instead of a fire in the bathroom, he found a fire in his heart.

Liam Kelly, 53, world-renowned artist, and Karl's life partner, meets Mia on the worst day of her life. He's smitten as much as Karl. Now all the two men have to do is convince Mia she needs two men in her life. Seems easy?

No. Not when she dislikes Karl at first sight.

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, spanking.     TRIGGER WARNING : Child Abuse

 

This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It will offend some readers.

 

STORY EXCERPT:  

Mia Bruce’s day simply went from bad to worse.

To start with, somehow, she’d set the wrong button on her alarm and it woke her at four in the morning instead of seven. When Mia fell back to sleep after resetting it, she slept through three snooze buttons and ended up doing a mad dash to shower, dress, and then race for the bus.

Thinking the worst was over, she got off the bus alongside the large construction site opposite the huge office building where she worked for General Finance Corp. Unfortunately, it had rained heavily overnight and, as the bus pulled away, it drove through a large mud-filled puddle of run-off and soil from the dirty building site. One side of her dress from hip to hem, as well as her legs and shoes, were soaked with dirty brown water and soiled with large clumps of sticky brown mud.

Fuck! Can today get any worse?

“Probably,” she muttered while trying to brush off the worst of the mud. She thought about going back home but today was an important one at work so instead, after sighing, she climbed the steps to the front doors. A very dirty and angry Mia stomped into the office building then entered the elevator and jabbed the button for her floor. Two minutes to nine.

“Yay, made it on time,” she sneered, her voice full of sarcasm as she took the elevator to the thirtieth floor.

Today, the new regime began. The company had been sold to Tower Financials and rumors were rife there were going to be a lot of layoffs. Mia was the assistant to the big boss’s PA—a sort of PA’s A. The PA, Liz Chambers, dealt with the higher-ups while Mia dealt with the lower-downs. Liz’s office was in the breathtaking area with the bosses while hers was downstairs with the minions. Still, she liked the work and the company, having worked for them for the past fifteen years, and Liz was a great friend as well as her immediate supervisor.

Quickly throwing her bag into her bottom drawer when she was in her office, Mia surveyed the damage to her clothes. Damn. The mud and slush on one side stood out against the blue of her dress. Her legs hadn’t fared much better and her shoes were caked. She’d have to try to wash out the worst of the mud, especially knowing she’d have to face the new regime leaders. After making sure there was nothing urgent for her to deal with immediately, she raced into the ladies’ room. If she were quick, she should be able to clean up in fifteen minutes. The easiest thing to do would be to take the dress off, wash the muddy parts, and then dry it under the hand-dryer. And that was exactly what Mia did. Too bad if any of the girls came in. She needed the dress reasonably clean and dry.

Drying it was tricky, but apart from the hand-dryer overheating and smelling quite a bit, she managed to get the iris-blue dress dry. Now for her legs and shoes. Draping the now-dry dress over the paper towel dispenser, she washed her shoes and slipped them back on. Using dozens of sheets of wet paper, Mia began washing her legs. Bending over, her back to the door, dressed in just her shoes, red lacy panties, and matching bra, Mia heard the door open and groaned. Probably Tracy from the typing pool. She seemed to always be in the bathroom. There was a soft cough but she ignored her and finished washing her legs until she heard a much louder, deeper, cough. Looking around her legs without bothering to stand up, she got the shock of her life.

Casually leaning against the wall, arms folded and one leg crossed over the other with the toes balancing him, was a hunk. A fire extinguisher sat at his feet. She stood quickly and faced him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing in here? Get out!”

© Suzy Shearer 2020

 

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Evernight Publishing: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/sweet-things-by-suzy-shearer/

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Angus & Robertson: https://www.angusrobertson.com.au/ebooks/sweet-things-suzy-shearer/p/9780369502230

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Sweet Things

by

Suzy Shearer

 
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