Pumping Andre

Pumping Andre
C.J. Sneere

About: Jacob is on the prowl for a pick up. Don't mistake him for a player, though. He's careful when he scopes out prime man meat. He brings home a quiet French Canadian named Andre, who's a cross between demure school boy and bad boy biker. However, a surprise greets Jacob Monday morning, when he finds Andre is now an employee of the gym he also works at, and his hook up seems less than happy to see him. Sparks fly and things get hot and sweaty in the locker room.

Excerpt: The lights dimmed as the strobes flashed on. People hooted as the next song kicked in, and colored spotlights swept the club's dance floor.

I scanned the selection of prime man meat. Now, don't think I'm a player. Really, I'm not. I know this club well. I come here often just to hang, since some of my friends tend bar here. And when I do pick up, I always ask around about my potential one night stand. I never bring home blind. That and I'm a firm proponent of: "No glove, no love."

I'm told I resemble Wesley Snipes with a dash of Denzel Washington, but I've never been able to see it. I've always thought I'm a pretty decent looking guy. My job as a personal trainer keeps me in good shape, but I've never really been the obsessive type. Working out and creating work outs for people is meditative for me. I guess it's my form of deep relaxation. Plus, helping folks get healthy is always cool.

"What about that one over there?" I asked Mickey, my blue eyed, Nordic looking friend. He looked up from the glass he was drying and gazed in the direction I pointed.

He nodded appreciatively. "Good choice, Jacob. From what I hear, the guy's quiet, but not creepy quiet. I think Malcolm knows him from his old gym. Nice enough. Stays to himself mostly. Comes in alone, leaves alone. But I have seen him in here with a couple of friends on a few occasions."

The guy sat in a corner booth. He nursed a whiskey and soda and thumbed through a book. He had short, chocolate brown hair and wore thin rimmed glasses. As I drew closer to his table, he looked up, and I noticed his eyes were a shade of blue even lighter than Mickey's. When he caught sight of me, he gave a small, almost shy smile then returned to his novel.

I slipped into the booth, but didn’t get too close right away. He seemed skittish. "Hey, I'm Jacob. Haven't seen you around here much. New to the area?"

He closed his book and gave me a quick up and down before flashing another shy grin. "Andre." He held out his hand and I shook it. "I've been in the area for a while, but I'm fairly new to this place. A friend of mine told me about it. Said it wasn't too loud, had a nice atmosphere. I can actually hear myself think over the music, which I like."

I chuckled. "Yeah, this has been my regular place to unwind for a while. What're you reading?"

His face lit with enthusiasm as he showed me the cover. "Oscar Wilde."

"Dorian Gray." I nodded appreciatively. "Haven't read that in so long. I love a good story with Faustian themes."

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About: Jim "Big Man" Davies is on a mission to save his marriage. This now retired pro-wrestler fears his wife has fallen for a much younger man. So, one weekend, he decides it's time to play the game. A role playing scenario his wife, Tara, has always fantasized about. Armed with manacles, a blindfold, and sex toys galore, he only hopes she'll fall back in love with him when he's through with her…

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The Story Of Jack And James

The Story Of Jack And James
The Complete Jack The Lad Series

About: The Story Of Jack and James, the complete Jack The Lad series, includes:

Jack The Lad
Jack & James
In Jack's Bed
Jack's Betrayal
Jack's Bachelor Party
Bonus Story: The Wedding Of Jack & James


Bonus story blurb: You're invited to the wedding of Jack and James. The day of their nuptials includes a quickie before the ceremony and a showdown with an drunken, dejected father. Please join the partners later, in their honeymoon suite, for chocolate eaten off of heated skin and tasty body paint.

Bonus story excerpt:

"So Anthony's in jail?" I asked Darby, while I fumbled with my bow tie.

He rubbed another dollop of gel into Jack's hair as he replied. "Well, out on bail now. Him and that big bear thug of his. Apparently they ambushed the two strippers, beat the poor bastards to a pulp, and then tied them up behind the bar. Good thing I phoned the guy I booked them through right after we threw Anthony outta the club. Those guys could've spent all night out there, and Anthony and his thug left them in nothing but a g-string."

"When's the court date?" Taylor, Bayside Punks' lead guitarist, piped up, walking over to help me with that damnable bow tie as he did so.

"Not sure," Darby said, following up with a "Sorry," when Jack grumbled "Oww, be gentle with that comb."

"Karma," I said, smiling and thanking Taylor for the help. "I can't believe Anthony went to such lengths to ruin our bachelor party."

Jack's ex-lover, Anthony Cabella, tried to crash our bachelor party by ambushing our entertainment for the night, tying them up behind our friend Darby's bar, and then strolling in the venue posing as the entertainment himself. It had ended in a fist fight between myself and Anthony. Violence also broke out between Anthony's thug, a huge beast of a man, and Jack plus his band mates. Now the strippers and their management were pressing charges against him and his thug, and I couldn't be happier. Whether petty of me or not, I didn't want to see that scheming pair get away with it. Not to mention they'd beaten Jack up in an alley only a few days before this, so I enjoyed the retribution Universe heaped on Anthony's plate.

Darby stood back to admire his handiwork. "Ah, you look killer, Jack." He lightly touched the top of my fiance's spiked, blond hair. "And you could bounce a ball off that 'do, so the wind won't ruin my expertise."

Jack laughed and shook his head. "I'll need James to help me wash this mountain of gunk out later tonight."

Darby waggled his eyebrows. "I'm sure you two will get up to more than that in the honeymoon suite." Then he turned to Taylor and Corey, patted Corey's rump, and said, "C'mon, let's give the pair some alone time before the ceremony starts." They left the room, but Darby poked his head back in long enough to say, "You both look sizzling hot."

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Surrender To Her Master

Surrender To Her Master
Surrender Series Part 2

About:  Charlotte Hanson has accepted a job as sex mistress to Russian billionaire Dmitri Nichvalodov, and now her first week in this new position begins. After setting her father up in an expensive senior care home, Dmitri takes Charlotte shopping for lingerie. Then he introduces her to Japanese bondage art known as Shibari, or Kinbaku, and she becomes his living sculpture of rope and bliss.

This series contains consensual BDSM role playing between adults over 18 years of age. This story contains explicit sex acts, and is intended for an audience 18 years of age or older.

Excerpt: "So, how do you feel about all this?"

Dad gave me a smile that seemed full of the vigor he once held. For a moment, he became that tough as nails cop with a sympathetic center he only showed to me and his closest friends. Not the withered shell of himself that I knew struck a blow to his pride. My heart filled with hope and love for him.

"You know, kiddo, I never believed much in miracles," he said. "But this…maybe this is our miracle. Maybe, sometimes, you get lucky."

"So you think I should go for it?" I came and sat beside him on the couch, checked his oxygen machine as I did often.

"Damn rights you should go for it." He sat up straighter. His soft brown eyes flared with determination. "You can't pass up an opportunity like this. Personal assistant to one of the richest men in the world. You gotta take it."

"According to Forbes, he's only the tenth richest man in the world." I gave Dad a cheeky smirk and he waved me off, calling me a wiseass while sporting a return smirk.

"Let's face it, Charlotte." His face became a map of wrinkles as his expression grew serious. "I know looking after me is getting harder and harder for you. This guy is willing to set me up in the ritziest senior care community in the city. That and the job, traveling all over the world with him, you'd be a fool to let that go, sweetheart."

"Taking care of you isn't hard." I squeezed his hand. He gave me one of those 'I know you're lying' looks. But handing over Dad's care to someone else admittedly made me nervous. After all, he'd always been there for me. When I was four, Mom went out to get her hair done with the girls, and she never returned. Dad had been my mother and father ever since. Sure, he'd tried to remarry, but working in homicide and raising a daughter had made it hard to socialize, and Dad's line of work sometimes scared women off. I often told him I didn't need another parent. He was all I needed.

He took both my hands in his. "Do this for you and me, Charlotte, please?"

I hadn't told my dad the true nature of the job I'd be accepting with Dmitri Nichvalodov. Two days ago, my boss, a prominent sex therapist and well known billionaire, had propositioned me to be his mistress. Currently I was his secretary, and would remain so, but this promotion--if I could call it that--promised top of the line care for my father, and all my financial needs would be met by the generous salary. The feminist in me warred with the pragmatist, but for Dad I had to take this job. His care was growing difficult and would get pricier. There was no alternative. However, Dmirtri wasn't hard on the eyes, so that was another added bonus.

"Okay." I kissed Dad's dry, papery soft forehead. "With your blessing, I'll do this."

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Also Available from Anita Lawless:

Surrender To A Sex Therapist
Naughty Relations
Oh! Brother: Sibling Sexcapades
Rock 'N' Roll Step Dads: Sex With The Bands
Friendly Enemies Smutfest
Oh! Brother: Sibling Sexilogue
Betting On Sex
Hostage Of Lust

Cherry's Sex Exploration

Cherry's Sex Exploration
Anita Lawless

About:  The complete Cherry On Top collection includes:

Cherry On Top
Cherry's Sex Education
Spanking Cherry
Cherry's First Gang Bang
Bonus Story: Cherry's Sex Exploration
Bonus Excerpt: Surrender To A Sex Therapist

Bonus story blurb: It's one year later, so Cherry and Lenny must decide who keeps the sex shop and apartment, or if they will continue to share it. Meanwhile, Cherry's Aunt Christie, a financial shark, pays an unexpected visit that creates chaos, but an invitation to a Summer Sex Ball thrown by the elusive Surrender Inc. just might restore harmony between this volatile duo. A dramatic, sex-filled conclusion that will leave readers breathless.

Bonus story excerpt:

One Year Later

"We have to talk about this," I said, glass cleaner poised in one hand and a cleaning rag in the other. "You've been avoiding the subject for the last two weeks, every time I try to bring it up. What's going on with you, Lenny?"

In truth, we hadn't really talked about what would happen to the apartment or sex store in over three months. My year spent with this fallen rock star had flown by. How funny it was to muse on the intense hate we held for each other just twelve months ago. My deceased brother's idea of a practical joke brought us together. He left all his assets to me and Lenny, but we only inherited our equal shares after living together for one year. Alan, my brother, had known Lenny and I were like oil and water, ever since he and Alan had been pals back in high school. Somehow, though, over the course of the year, we'd transformed from enemies to close friends. I'm sure the sex experimentation had something to do with that. Today, however, with his surly mood and avoidance attitude, Lenny was pissing me off royally.

"Why are you in such a hurry to split up our spoils and move on?" His eyes were like polished, black pebbles reflecting anger.

"In a hurry?" I slapped the glass cleaner and rag down on the counter. "We have less than a week left before our appointment with the executor. We need to know how we're dividing things up before we see him."

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the tiny bell above the shop door jingled. All thoughts of dividing assets fled when I saw who walked in.

My Aunt Christie. She looked sharp and poised in a power suit, well coiffed bob, and dark, oversized sunglasses. She flashed a red lipstick smile before taking off her shades and giving a look of distaste to a display rack of anal beads. Considering the sexual history I knew she had, that seemed a tad hypocritical.

"Cherry, darling." She held her arms wide for a hug from me, but her gaze fixated on Lenny with lecherous intent. "It's so good to see you."

"Aunt Christie." I gingerly stepped into her embrace. "How did you find me?"

Aunt Christie was a shark in high heels, or so Mom had called her.

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