Thrill Me-First Release of 2019

Happy New Year everyone. I hope you had a wonderful holiday season.

I just released my first release of 2019. It’s the fifth title in my Fantasy LLC series.

This one is titled Thrill Me and is just 99 cents. Here’s the blurb, excerpt and cover.

I hope you enjoy it. (Look for another release next week).

Thrill Me Fantasy LLC

 

Fantasy LLC, an exclusive organization where only a lucky few get to live out their wildest sexual dreams and let their inhibitions run free.

It’s not for the faint of heart and money or fame can’t buy you a way in.

An anonymous panel of philanthropists decides who will be the lucky recipient of the month. Application forms and essays are judged on their creativity and how turned on they get by what the applicant wishes for.

Winners are everyday people, bored housewives, teachers, doctors, virgins, and people just like Hannah who was lucky enough to be picked as this month’s recipient…

 

Hannah wonders what’s inside the mysterious letter waiting for her when she arrives home from work one night.

It seems her three best friends have revealed her sexual fantasy to a secret organization that awards nights of pure bliss.

Hannah was drunk when she revealed all the things she’d like to do to a man and have done to her.

Will reality live up to her dream? Will the hunky guy from Fantasy LLC be able to thrill her?

Excerpt…

Be still hands, be still.

They continued to shake like I’d overdosed on caffeine. My heartbeat fluttered in my chest, and I was sure a triggle of perspiration ran between my breasts.

I’d never done anything like this before and wasn’t sure if I had the nerve to go through with it. My instructions were to enter the house, then walk up the stairs to the master bedroom. There would be a painting of a vase of flowers on the wall and behind it a safe that I’d need to open.

Then the game would begin.

I lifted the painting off the wall and sat it on the floor. Glancing at my palm, I checked the combination sequence I’d been given.

Twenty-three right, thirty-two left, and then nineteen right.

Taking a deep breath to try and slow down my heartbeat, I turned the dial to number twenty-three. Just how had my friends managed to talk me into revealing every little detail of my fantasy?

My head pounded, my ears rang as my heartbeat picked up again. I turned the lock right to nineteen.

I jumped back as the safe door flung open and almost hit me in the face. Inside sat a box of condoms, some DVDs, and a pair of stockings and garters.

Yeah, right down to the last detail, all right. I swallowed twice. Could I do this?

My hand hovered near the button I’d been instructed to push when I was ready to move to level two of the game.

“Hold it right there,” a man’s voice said. I froze.

I hadn’t pressed the button yet, so how did he know I was ready?

Was I ready? No, I didn’t think I had the nerve for this.

“Okay, turn around very slowly. And keep your hands up in the air where I can see them at all times.”

Okay, this was it. I couldn’t get out of it now.

 

 

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Ghost of a Chance

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I’m slowly revamping books I’ve recently gotten rights back to and I’m almost caught up…for now at least. Here’s my latest one. It was previously published by Cobblestone Press under the title of Ghost Lover.

I’ve now changed the narration to present tense, re-edited it and given it the new title of Ghost of  A Chance. If you haven’t read it already, I hope you’ll check it out.

Here’s the synopsis and a short excerpt-

Dr. Jennifer Hartley overhears talk about a ghost haunting room 229 at Rosewood Inn in a village in England. Not just any haunting but that of a sexual nature. Intrigued, she decides to book a visit there and it’s in room 229, she gets more than she bargained for. It’s not one but three ghosts that haunt the room. All three men are the perfect lover for her but it’s one in particular who captures her heart.

Does she have a ghost of a chance of them ever becoming permanent lovers?

 

 

I lean my head back in the taxi. Jet lag has already kicked in. I tried to sleep on the flight to London, but crying babies and people wandering up and down the aisles had made it impossible. Now my eyes are gradually shutting as I head through a village on the outskirts of Maidstone, Kent. Will Henry, Ian, or maybe Nigel be waiting for me? I hope so. I’ve come this far, paid all this money, so I’m determined to have the sexual adventure of my life. I shift my ass on the seat, already feeling a pleasant stirring in my pussy. Will I get fucked in the shower? I’ve been looking forward to it on the entire flight. I set my head back some more, determined just to rest my eyes and not fall asleep.

“Miss…miss…”

I wake and sit up so quickly that my neck pops. We’ve obviously arrived because the taxi driver has opened the back door and is shaking my arm.

“I’m sorry I must have dozed off,” I say.

“Don’t worry. Happens more often than you’d think.”

I look out, seeing the Tudor beams and white brick front with the four-star sign hanging outside of the Rosewood Lodge.

I dig through my bag, pull out some bills and a tip, and hand them to the driver.

“Thank you. I’ll get your bags out of the boot for you.” I smile, remembering boot is the trunk.

A doorman from the hotel nods and comes over to carry my luggage for me. As I go into reception, I notice they have two restaurants. Not that I’ll be leaving my room for long.

“Good morning. Do you have a reservation?” asks a young girl dressed in a blue jacket and matching skirt.

“Yes, Dr. Jennifer Hartley.”

She taps at the computer keys. “I did request room 229,” I add.

I see her glance and raise her eyebrows at the lady standing next to her. They both smile.

“Yes, most women do,” she says.