Portia da Costa is one of the best author of erotica in my opinion. Her books are not for the faint of the heart. As hot and dirty as it can get. For this specific trilogy I highly recommend the Audible version of the books. Imogen Church is the narrator and she really makes the listening exper...
I waited too long to review this book after I read it because I couldn't decide how to go about it-- do I rate it as I do any book, or do I rate it an erotica novel (of which I have limited experience). What I can tell you is that this book is 90% erotica and 10% fiction, so there remains very l...
Not for me the purgatory of fractious family shindigs that turn into Armageddon over the mince pies. I'm just happy on my own, doing my own thing, chilling out but toasty. Of course, there is someone with whom I'd like to spend Christmas. Someone with whom I'd gladly share my blanket and my wine....
A complete break, a bit of luxurious indulgence.Squashing down the last of her clothes into her suitcase, Vicki glanced at the clock, still unable to believe her luck. Apparently a limousine was due to collect her any moment and whisk her away for the weekend to the famous and desperately exclusi...
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Gorgeous Noah Stevens is the ruthless company troubleshooter who's been making her life hell for the past three weeks, but after hours, he soon proves that his dedication to "efficiency" can work wonders in the bedroom. Excerpt Oh no, he's here. The efficiency expert. He's in my favorite bar on m...
That was the plan, do something worthwhile and improving with the honeymoon that never was, and broaden her horizons with a bit of nature study and general educational wholesomeness. Yeah, right. So what do I end up doing? Laurie Jones lifted the binoculars to her eyes and...
But it didn’t wash away the bitter, churning emotions. Maria Rossi. I should have known I didn’t stand a chance against her. Pushing her wet hair back, Anna tilted up her face as if seeking clarity in the stream from the shower. But hadn’t Nick assured her he was “just fri...
But then, this was the restaurant, and perhaps people were only interested in eating here. Other appetites were probably catered to elsewhere. She was on edge. She was tired. She felt out of place. She wished she’d never said she’d meet Jay here. But after his revelation the other night, she want...
The sun was already riding high when she turned over in her tangled sheets, shivering deliciously as her body reminded her of what’d happened in the middle of the night. She’d got off amazingly lightly all things considered. Her nightshirt was in tatters but there were onl...
Are you sure you want to go out for a walk?" Sebastian gives me one of his looks, his very significant looks, as he folds up his newspaper in the sitting room of the Rook's Nest Inn, where we're staying for a bit of a mini break. We haven't been away for quite a while. The last time was our lusci...
So white and tranquil and glamorous, like something from a thirties movie set. I half expect Fred Astaire to come dancing out of the en suite bathroom, dressed in white tie and tails, and almost floating on air, ready to charm me. Instead it’s Simon who emerges; not quite ...
Used to being in service her entire adult life, having this much leisure was unexpectedly tedious. Not that she’d ever been overworked by the Waverlys. In the country at Westerlynne, she’d been part of a large household, and as Miss Bea’s personal maid, her duties had been far from onerous. Her m...
“Goodness me, Mrs. Enderby! Where in heaven’s name do you get such ideas? Why ever would you want something like that to happen to you?” “I don’t know that I do want it to actually happen, Mrs. Brigstock,” I reply, wickedness stirring in me as I stab another ill-formed, meandering stitch into wha...
Just because it’s called “being on the game” that doesn’t mean it is a game. You can’t just play at it, Lizzie!’ Brent was furious. Lizzie got that. Her male house-mate had been an escort himself, on and off, and her wild escapade with John Smith must seem like a bit of an insult to him, and to m...
He looked more like her Prince than ever, but as she moved closer, she felt a sudden, intense, and annoyingly sexual irritation . . . The swine was asleep in his splendour! Creeping silently forward, Delia could hardly believe what she was doing. According to Elf, Jake was supposed to be 'busy'. ...
One of your best, I think… I always liked that premise, but the new touches you’ve added really lift it,” her master said, his beautiful eyes flashing as he lounged against the pillows, black hair all a-tousle against the crisp white linen. He’d been reading one of her st...
When he’d told Lizzie that whenever he touched something today, he’d think of touching her, it had been a figure of speech, lovers’ mad talk, and they’d both known it was delicious nonsense of the moment. But now, he feared it was true. He was thinking about touching her all the time. As the moto...
Efficient as ever, Cicero steps forwards to open it for me. Not for the first time, I admire the sight of his deliciously taut buttocks, and the way they roll and tense enticingly beneath the skintight leather of his trousers as he moves. My fingers itch to reach out and give his firm flesh a squ...
‘“Professor Hottie”? Why, you cheeky little cow! Is that what you call me behind my back?’ ‘Yes. Me and all the girls in the library. I thought you knew that.’ ‘I bet you encourage them, don’t you? I bet you speculate endlessly about me and that you always come up with the wildest stories and fan...
Somehow, I find myself revealing my predicament to Lady Arabella Southern, and instead of being horrified, she’s unexpectedly sympathetic. “Of course, my dear Sofia. It is a predicament, and you owe it to yourself to ensure things turn out differently in your second marria...
What time is it? Where am I? What the hell has happened? With a struggle, bits come back to me in something of a jumble. Staring at the ceiling, I attempt to sort through them, pull them to the surface of my half-asleep brain. Some of them make me smile in the darkness, feeling sensual and slight...
Please be aware that this excerpt contains sensual content that is only suitable for adult readers who are comfortable with frank language and descriptions of erotic scenarios Oh no, he's here. The efficiency expert. He's in my favorite bar on my favorite stool, just when I thought we'd got rid o...
You look wonderfully well.” “Yes, indeed, you do look in splendid form, my dear. It’s so grand to see you again.” The Honorable Lucy Dawson blinked behind her glasses, touched by the warmth of the welcome. Over a year had passed since she’d last seen her friends of the Ladies’ Sewing Circle, and ...
‘Should be interesting. I’m really looking forward to meeting this incredible woman who both my brother and my boyfriend constantly rave about.’ Brent sat up too, not quite sure how he felt about the prospect of the weekend to come. He loved Lizzie. He always would. But he loved Tom too. He could...
I can always tell, because your eyes start to cross." Terrence accompanies his accusation with a swirl of his hips, a move that nearly blows the top of my head off. It also nearly dislodges said naughty thoughts he's accusing me of. But not quite. They're so naughty that I can't seem to shake the...
What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I say that? Why did I tell him, of all people? Hearing the ‘V’ word from her own lips like that was a shock. It did not compute. How could she possibly have revealed her most intimate secret, the one that not even her closest friends were privy to? How? How...
Society already believes she’s a scarlet woman. Why not become one? Posing nude to appease her now ex-fiancé perhaps wasn’t the most prudent idea Beatrice Weatherly has ever had. With the photographs scrutinized up and down the ton and her brother running them into debt, Beatrice’s hopes of makin...