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By Cynthia Sax on September 14, 2014

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First Excerpt From Sinful Rewards 4

By Cynthia Sax on September 30, 2014

This post has adult content. If you are under the age of eighteen years old or sensitive to adult language/situations, please do not read this post.

Here is a first fairly spicy (yes, there are spicier scenes – grins) excerpt from Sinful Rewards 4.

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“I didn’t know why we stopped.”

Hawke lifts me onto his machine, plunking my ass on the edge of the seat. “We stopped because I was one sweet touch away from showing the entire town my junk.” He places the helmet on my head and fastens the straps. “Did you want that?”

Did I want that? Did I want people to watch me as I sank to my knees before Hawke, as I pulled down his jeans, released his cock, stroked him, sucked on him?

I hesitate a moment before shaking my head.

“You did want that.” Hawke runs a calloused fingertip along my cheek and I tremble, needing him, craving him. “You’re so damn perfect for me.” He skims his fingers over my lips. I dart my tongue between the seams, tasting the salt of his skin. “We’ll go somewhere more private than this yet public enough to excite you.” His eyes gleam. “Then you can do with me whatever you wish.”

“You’re assuming I want to do something.” I feign a frown.

“You do.” Hawke laughs as he mounts the bike.

The damn man is right. I want to lick him all over, explore every inch of his rock-hard body. He tugs on my knees, sliding me closer to him. I straddle his hips, wrap my arms around his chest, and push my body against his, torturing both of us. We fit together perfectly, my curves meshing with his muscle.

“Hold on, love.” Hawke revs the throttle, the seat vibrates under me, through me, and my arousal spirals skyward. I moan into his shoulder blades, mouthing the cotton of his black T-shirt, and his body shakes, my badass biker finding joy in my sexual frustration, his mirth obscured by the roaring engine.

Two can play at this game. I cup the ridge in Hawke’s jeans with both of my hands, he curses, and we jet forward, the motion propelling me backward. I cling tighter to his denim-covered cock. Hawke rides even faster, his spine rigid against my breasts.

In mere minutes, we blast past Happydale’s city limits sign, the sign I’d changed with a thick black marker when I left, subtracting one from the town’s population. Hawke continues to ride, moving in sync with his machine, traveling toward his perfect spot.

I’m not as patient as he is. I pop his fly, one button at a time, releasing his junk, as he calls his long, thick cock. My rebel marine doesn’t believe in underwear, all of him gloriously accessible.

I push the flaps away from him and curl my fingers around his shaft, relishing his girth, his size. He’s the biggest man I’ve ever held. . .not that I’ve held a lot of men. My dating life consisted of boring, safe boys.

There’s nothing boring or safe about Hawke. As the wind plucks at our clothes and the pavement blurs beneath us, I pump him slowly, steadily, concentrating on learning his size and shape, pleasing him, trusting my tattooed biker to pay attention to the road, to find us a place to stop, to finish this.

I know I shouldn’t touch him. Any of the drivers passing us can see me fondle Hawke, can see my fingers wrapped around his cock.

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Four years ago, Bee Carter left her tiny hometown, escaping her tormenters. She concealed her tarnished reputation under a good-girl persona, hiding her history from Nicolas, her strong and silent billionaire; Hawke, her tattooed bad-boy biker; and Cyndi, her man-crazy best friend.

Today, she’s returning home … and she’s not alone. Some of her deepest, darkest secrets will be revealed. Trust will be tested. Clothing and inhibitions will be discarded. Bee and her hometown will never be the same.

When her past and her present collide, will any of Bee’s relationships survive?

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Sinful Rewards 3 – An ARe Top Pick!

By Cynthia Sax on September 29, 2014

Sinful Rewards 3 has been chosen as an ARe Top Pick!
Woot!

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Bee Carter’s carefully constructed world is tumbling down around her designer knockoff heels. Pleasing others isn’t working for this small-town fashionista. Bee decides to throw caution to the Chicago wind for one night and release her inner bad girl, accepting a sexy challenge from an unknown texter, exploring the backseat of a limousine with gorgeous billionaire Nicolas, and entering a rough, tough biker bar with the mysterious Hawke.

Two hot men, one wicked night. When this good girl goes wild, who will make her erotic dreams come true—the enigmatic billionaire or the tattooed bad boy?

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sinful-Rewards-Billionaires-Bikers-Novella-ebook/dp/B00I7V89JS

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sinfulrewards3-1613793-149.html

Barnes And Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sinful-rewards-3-cynthia-sax/1119919837

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iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/sinful-rewards-3/id814148707

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Interview With Ella Sheridan

By Cynthia Sax on September 28, 2014

I sat down (virtually) with Ella Sheridan for a short interview. Today is the cover reveal day for Ella Sheridan’s Teach Me, a Romantic Suspense.


Cynthia Sax: What makes your heroes sexy?

Ella Sheridan: Having been involved in the martial arts for close to a decade, the sexiest thing about my heroes (for me) is that they are fighters. There’s nothing quite like a man that can fight for his woman and still know how to touch her with tenderness, love, and of course, hunger.

Cynthia Sax: What is one thing you find super exciting about Teach Me?

Ella Sheridan: Teach Me is the first full novel I wrote. Though it has gone through many incarnations since, it excites me to know I accomplished what I set out to accomplish—to make this story the best it could be.


Cynthia Sax: Where did you get the idea for Teach Me?

Ella Sheridan: The hero. :) Really, the story didn’t come to me; the hero did. Conlan dictated the story from day one, and I’ve never been more grateful to a character for taking over the reins!


Cynthia Sax: How does Teach Me start?


Ella Sheridan:
The intersection of Conlan’s and Jess’s lives occurs in only one place: the little coffee shop around the corner from the company where Jess works. They’ve seen each other there for months, but neither has had the nerve to move beyond attraction across a crowded room to actually meeting. They needed something to help them along (so I helped ;) ).


Cynthia Sax: What is one aspect that makes Conlan and Jess right for each other?


Ella Sheridan:
In the physical realm, Conlan and Jess are opposites (and you know what they say about opposites…). Conlan is the strong one, and Jess, after what she’s been through, is less so. But in the emotional realm, it is Jess who has the courage to go after what she wants, despite the pain she’s been through. It’s Conlan who has to find the strength to follow his heart.


Cynthia Sax: Does a character in Teach Me have a secret?


Ella Sheridan:
What is it? If I told you that, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, now would it? ;)


Cynthia Sax: Is Teach Me a series and will you be writing more stories in this series?


Ella Sheridan:
Teach Me is a series. Conlan’s best friend, Jack, meets his match in book two, Trust Me, out at the end of December. And book three will feature another soldier from Jack’s past, Gabe, and his twin brother. That book, Take Me, will be released in February of next year. To find out more about these releases (and all the other great things I’ve got going on), readers can check out my newsletter at http://eepurl.com/IJkRf .

Thank you, Ella Sheridan, for joining us today!

Ella Sheridan’s Website: http://ellasheridanauthor.com/

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A woman determined to heal…

Shy researcher Jess Kingston spent the last eight weeks recovering from her ex-boyfriend’s brutal attack. Body healed, she’s ready to put her life back together—except her ex isn’t ready to let go. She won’t cower in a corner while Brit tortures her, but she’s powerless to fight back.

A man determined to resist…

Ex-military security specialist Conlan James avoids commitment like the plague. His job, his Harley, and the occasional one-night stand are all he needs, until the day he rescues Jess from a tense situation and realizes he can’t get her off his mind. He can teach her to protect herself, but protecting his heart is another matter.


A madman determined to win…

As the deadly game of cat-and-mouse with Brit heats up, so does the hunger between Con and Jess. Safety might be found in numbers, but in bed, all bets are off—and the wrong move could lead to heartbreak. Or death.

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Teacher’s Pet Contest – Hawke From Sinful Rewards

By Cynthia Sax on September 26, 2014

Every month, Nice Girls Writing Naughty hosts a contest. This month, being September and back to school for many students in North America, we’ve chosen our favorite Teacher’s Pets.

Every author will be giving away a prize. I’m giving away a copy of Sinful Rewards 1 in eBook form. There will be FIVE winners! All you have to do is comment on this post. Yep, it is easy peasy!

We’re also giving away a $50 gift certificate from Amazon! To enter for this grand prize and to see a list of the other NGWN participants, go here http://nicegirlswritingnaughty.wordpress.com/2014/09/27/teachers-pet-scavenger-hunt/

My teacher’s pet is…

FAST FIVE FACTS ABOUT HAWKE (from Sinful Rewards):

1. Growing up, I wanted to be James Dean. Yeah, he’s an oldie but man, he lived hard and fast and did whatever the hell he wanted. That was before I found out what dying young really looked like.

2. On Friday nights, you would have found my best friend Rock and I rocketing down a dirt road in my beat up old car, the music blasting, a cloud of dust billowing behind us. My mom could hear us returning home from miles away.

3. I spent my prom night with Rock. It wasn’t a sausage fest. Hell no. We had dates but nothing serious. The girls knew we were shipping out soon.

4. In high school, Rock and I were voted the most likely to wreak havoc on multiple continents. We’d signed up for the Marines and our training started immediately after graduation.

5. College boys had Hell Week. Rock and I had Hell Months. The tour in Iraq kicked our asses. (looks grim) Rock. (swallows hard) Fuck, Rock didn’t return home.

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Bee Carter’s carefully constructed world is tumbling down around her designer knockoff heels. Pleasing others isn’t working for this small-town fashionista. Bee decides to throw caution to the Chicago wind for one night and release her inner bad girl, accepting a sexy challenge from an unknown texter, exploring the backseat of a limousine with gorgeous billionaire Nicolas, and entering a rough, tough biker bar with the mysterious Hawke.

Two hot men, one wicked night. When this good girl goes wild, who will make her erotic dreams come true—the enigmatic billionaire or the tattooed bad boy?

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sinful-Rewards-Billionaires-Bikers-Novella-ebook/dp/B00I7V89JS

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sinfulrewards3-1613793-149.html

Barnes And Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sinful-rewards-3-cynthia-sax/1119919837

Google: https://play.google.com/store/search?q=9780062354143

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/sinful-rewards-3/id814148707

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Interview With Ashley Ladd

By Cynthia Sax on September 26, 2014

I sat down (virtually) with Ashley Ladd for a short interview. Today is the release day for Ashley Ladd’s Her Men, a Contemporary Erotic MFM menage.


Cynthia Sax: What makes Tim and James so sexy?

Ashley Ladd: They’re strong—physically, mentally, spiritually. Mainly, they deeply love their woman and would do anything to win her and keep her safe and happy.

Cynthia Sax: What do you find exciting about Her Men?

Ashley Ladd: In “Her Men” Julie has dreamed about and longed for Timmy and James for twenty years. She finally gets her chance to be with them not just for a one-night stand, but possibly forever.


Cynthia Sax: What is your favorite line from Her Men?

Ashley Ladd: “You too. Is that a sign?”
She couldn’t help but chuckle. Since when did Tim believe in signs? “A sign?”…
“Your nipples are puckering through your suit. I’d call that a sign.”

I think this is cute and funny in a sexy sort of way. Julie and Timmy are engaging in a bantering verbal foreplay when they first meet after twenty years of being apart. Julie has been sunbathing on the Biloxi Beach, and he finds her in her dream. She’s wet and sandy and half-dressed during their reunion and so she’s feeling very insecure, then he mentions her physical reaction to him. She wants to die inside all the while she’s (obviously) turned on.


Cynthia Sax: Where did you get the idea for Her Men?


Ashley Ladd:
This is the marriage of a couple ideas.

First I can never decide who I like better—Captain Jack Sparrow or Will Turner in ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’—so it’d be awesome if I could have both. This is fantasy, so why not?

Secondly, there is a man I’ve never forgotten, that I dream and daydream about often. I keep wondering what if I were to meet him again. What would happen? Does he remember me? If he remembers me, does he think of me fondly? Often? Does he miss me? Does he dream about me like I dream about him? Erotically? Romantically? If we both found ourselves single at the same time, could we, would we get back together?

Thank you, Ashley Ladd, for joining us today!

Ashley Ladd’s Website: http://www.ashleyladd.blogspot.com

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Forty-four year old Julie Weston has loved Timmy and James since her college days twenty something years ago. She’s fantasized about both all these long years, never able to choose between them.

Hoping Tim and James will attend, she attends their college marching band reunion. When both men show up her dreams are answered. They’re sexier than she imagined and she hopes they won’t be disappointed by her older self.

It turns out both men came just to see her again and neither is happy about the other’s presence. They fight over her, confusing her more than ever. It takes a hot ménage…or two…for her heart to decide which one she’s in love with.

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Writing Erotic Romance – Word Choice

By Cynthia Sax on September 25, 2014

This post has adult content. If you are under the age of eighteen years old or sensitive to adult language/situations, please do not read this post.

Words are one of the key tools we, writers, master. Word choice sets tone, conveys meaning (often multiple meanings), changes stories. There are some great posts by great writers on what we should consider when choosing words.

Today, I’ll be talking about erotic romance specific words. YES, the naughty words! The words no one really talks about yet everyone knows are important to our stories.


Does Your Word Exist In Your World?

No, I’m not referring to made-up words, though we should be conscious of these also. I’m talking about whether or not your word exists in your character’s world. When was the word invented and was it in popular use at that time?

Fuck didn’t appear in the written language until the late 1400’s. (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/fuck?s=t ) Using this word in a story set before that date might not be historically correct. (I don’t write historical erotic romances so I’m not the expert.) It might jar some readers out of the story.

This isn’t only a consideration for historical erotic romances. Would a character in a very formal, regimented alien culture use a word like fuck or would they have another word for sex?

Would Your Character Use The Word?


The word penis exists in a contemporary romance world. We all know what this refers to. But would a rough and tough hero call his man parts a penis? Would a prim, proper Regency miss call her hero’s man parts a cock? Sex words, both said and thought, should reflect your characters and the relationship.


Clinical Words

I won’t say don’t use clinical words like vagina or labia. There are no rules in writing. If your character is a doctor or a scientist or an alien new to English and slang, he or she might use these formal names.

But they aren’t very sexy. Some erotic romance readers hate clinical terms with a fiery passion. These words can take these readers out of the mood.

And many characters, like a bad ass biker, wouldn’t use the word penis. He’d use cock or dick or some other term. He might try to be as crude and offensive as possible or he might be on his best behavior. His word choice would indicate this. He could think one word and say another, showing conflict.


Euphemisms

Is there a place for euphemisms like purple helmeted warrior or her special flower in erotic romance? Sure. Again, there are no rules. I might use these terms if the characters are making a joke or if the hero is mocking his overly prim heroine.

Otherwise, don’t. We’re writing dirty so write DIRTY. One of my buddies, Christine D’Abo, told me when I first started writing erotic romance to write the dirtiest, filthiest word I could think of over and over until it no longer embarrassed me.


Pussy Vs Cunt

Again, the character is the boss. Use the word the heroine or hero prefers. A hero who says cunt is very different from a hero who says pussy.

If characters don’t have a clear preference, then I usually stick with one. As I started in paranormal erotic romance, I use the word pussy because I thought a wolf shifter eating pussy was hilarious.

Some readers prefer the word pussy. Some readers prefer the word cunt. My readers know they’re likely getting pussy. (grins)


Come Vs Cum

Come is the verb. Bee comes. Cum is the noun. Bee is covered with Hawke’s sticky cum.

Ravish Vs Ravage

Ravish means “to fill with strong emotion, especially joy” (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/ravish?s=t ). Ravage means “to work havoc; do ruinous damage” (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/ravage?s=t ). A hero ravishing a heroine is sexy. A hero ravaging a heroine isn’t.

Lave Vs Lathe

Lave means “to wash; bathe” (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/lave?s=t ). Lathe means “to cut, shape, or otherwise treat on a lathe” (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Lathe?s=t ). Unless you’re writing horror erotic romance, please don’t lathe any body parts!

Publishing House Style – Pre-cum Vs Precum & Cock Head Vs Cockhead

Many publishers have their own specific stances on words or phrases. My editor at Ellora’s Cave vetoed suckling, preferring sucking. Hole at Ellora’s Cave meant asshole, not a pussy hole. Pre-cum vs precum and cock head vs cockhead depends on the publisher’s preference. If your publisher doesn’t have a preference, I recommend being consistent throughout your story and your series.

Finding Another Word For Thrust

My heroes are always thrusting here and thrusting there. To expand my sex word vocabulary, I read erotic romance and note words or phrases I like. I then research these words because writers make mistakes. The word might not mean what I think it does.

I also test the word on reading buddies. I’ll ask them what they feel or think after hearing this word or phrase in a sentence. Are they turned on? Do they understand the word? Is it a hostile sex word or a lovey dovey sex word?

What else should writers consider when choosing words?

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Bee Carter’s carefully constructed world is tumbling down around her designer knockoff heels. Pleasing others isn’t working for this small-town fashionista. Bee decides to throw caution to the Chicago wind for one night and release her inner bad girl, accepting a sexy challenge from an unknown texter, exploring the backseat of a limousine with gorgeous billionaire Nicolas, and entering a rough, tough biker bar with the mysterious Hawke.

Two hot men, one wicked night. When this good girl goes wild, who will make her erotic dreams come true—the enigmatic billionaire or the tattooed bad boy?

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sinful-Rewards-Billionaires-Bikers-Novella-ebook/dp/B00I7V89JS

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sinfulrewards3-1613793-149.html

Barnes And Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sinful-rewards-3-cynthia-sax/1119919837

Google: https://play.google.com/store/search?q=9780062354143

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/sinful-rewards-3/id814148707

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Interview With Suz deMello

By Cynthia Sax on September 24, 2014

I sat down (virtually) with Suz deMello for a short interview. Today we’ll be talking about Temptation in Tartan, a vampire erotic romance.


Cynthia Sax: Where did you get the idea for Temptation in Tartan?

Suz deMello: I wrote Temptation in Tartan due to the success of a previous short story. I sold Highland Vampire to Spice Briefs, where it did well. So I wanted to capitalize on that success by writing another vampire tale set in the Scottish Highlands, but I had a problem: HV is a contemporary, and I just couldn’t see writing futuristic Scottish vampires. So I decided to write a prequel set in the 18th century.

Cynthia Sax: Where is Temptation in Tartan set?

Suz deMello: Temptation in Tartan is set in 1747 Scotland, a few years after the disastrous defeat of the Highlanders at Culloden Moor. The aftermath of that battle saw the destruction of the clan-based way of life that had prevailed in the Highlands for centuries. The wearing of tartan and ownership of weapons of war were prohibited, and punishments severe.

Further acts against Scots called “The Clearances”—which literally cleared the land of its inhabitants, their homes and flocks, often using fire as a weapon—killed many and drove still more to overseas havens, including the USA. The Highlands have never recovered their old population level or traditional way of life.

So at that time, Scotland was not merely exciting, but threatening. The story in Temptation in Tartan is based on those historical events, most especially the arranged marriage between Kieran, Laird Kilborn, and Lydia Swann Williston, who is related to Sassenach military in charge of the Highlands. Kier knows that marrying the wealthy widow will safeguard his clan as well as provide needed resources.

One of my favorite lines from the story is based on this situation, when Kieran tells Lydia, “I betrothed with ye for yer money, but after we met, I married ye for purely carnal reasons.


Cynthia Sax: Does a character in Temptation in Tartan have a secret? What is it?

Suz deMello: LOL, Kieran and the rest of Clan Kilburn have a very big secret indeed, one that they’re trying to keep from Lady Lydia. When eavesdropping, Lydia hears a snippet that describes this secret:

“But have ye told Lady Lydia? About him, about us?”

“Are ye mad?” Kier answered the castle’s steward. “She was affrighted enough on the way here.”

“Aye, I heard aboot it. Ye doonae think she’s suspicious of a man who ripped off the head of his enemy and drank his blood?”

Kieran laughed bitterly. “At least she doesnae suspect the truth. I doubt she’s ever heard the word vampire.”

Lydia strained her ears. She thought her husband said something like “vespers,” but didn’t understand what evening prayers had to do with a secret her husband was keeping from her. Was it a Gaelic word she didn’t yet understand?


Cynthia Sax: Is Temptation in Tartan a series and will you be writing more stories in this series?


Suz deMello:
Yes, this book is part of a series dubbed “Highland Vampires.” Right now it consists of three novels and two short stories. I project another novel and another shortie before I’m done, and the series will trace the vampire clan from its advent to its end, some eight centuries.

Find the list of works in this series here:

http://www.suzdemello.com/highlandvampireseries.html

Thank you, Suz deMello, for joining us today!

Suz deMello’s Website: http://www.suzdemello.com

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She had to marry a monster…

Rumors had followed the chieftains of Clan Kilborn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.

But English noblewoman Lydia Swann Williston would marry Kieran, Laird Kilborn, to bring peace to the Kilborn lands after the horror of Culloden and the brutal pacification. A widow, she also brought needed wealth to Clan Kilborn. For her part, eighteen-year-old Lydia wanted children. With her husband killed at Culloden, she would make a new life in the Highlands.

The old chieftain of Clan Kilborn also died in battle, and she hoped that the new young Laird would lack his ancestors’ ferocity.

She was wrong.

Buy Now: http://www.ellorascave.com/temptation-in-tartan-1.html

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Sinful Rewards – Bonus Scenes

By Cynthia Sax on September 23, 2014

This post has adult content. If you are under the age of eighteen years old or sensitive to adult language/situations, please do not read this post.

I’ve been sharing extra scenes on the Goodreads group (https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/139616-a-year-of-sizzling-hot-sax-read-along )

These are raw, dirty first drafts. They haven’t been edited or revised. They’re as nasty as they get.

Here’s a lick – an extra scene from Sinful Rewards 2 with Cyndi and the Tantra Twins

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Standing by the entrance of the club with Angel, I scan the partygoers, searching for black hair, blue eyes, and a devilish smile. Cole Travers, Hollywood’s most lickable hottie, makes my body sing, the girls perking up with the mere mention of his name.

That’s not why I’m obsessed with him. I’ve long accepted that I’m more sexual than the average woman. Most men wet my panties.

It wasn’t until Cole lost his temper at a dinner benefiting veterans thirteen months ago, sarcastically answering the insultingly trivial questions about his clothing choices, that he snagged my full attention. The media pounced on his statements, claiming he wasn’t qualified to comment on anything other than his appearance, calling Cole ungrateful and spoiled.

They don’t understand how stifling being cast in one narrow role is.

I do. I’m the baby girl of the candy king. As I’m blonde, big-breasted, and bubbly, even my daddy thinks I’m purely decorative. My business degree makes no difference to anyone at Wynters Confectionary, my family’s company. Any project I start is reassigned to a more qualified employee. Anything I say is discounted.

Here, at the club, I have power, super slut powers. My ass sways to the boom, boom of the bass, the music pulsing through my body. The lighting has an intriguing blue tint, making the thin blonde beside me appear even more ghastly. Men watch Angel and I with a thrilling hunger on their faces. If I don’t meet my movie star tonight, I’ll go home with one of them.

“I don’t see Cole Travers,” I yell at Angel during a lull in the music.

She sniffs. She’s the ice princess of Miami and she plays the role to perfection. It’s as one dimensional as my super slut persona, as Cole’s bad boy image, revealing only a tiny sliver of her true self. I don’t judge her on it, don’t push her to show me more. She’ll do that when she’s ready.

“I’m going in,” I announce. “Go me!” I bounce forward, flinging myself into the madness. The club is wall-to-wall people. It’s a meat market, Bee, my roommate, would grumble, club kids looking for easy lays.

I’m looking for more than an easy lay, more than a hard cock. The man must have his own bachelor pad and be willing to permit me to spend the night. If I fail, Bee is my fallback plan. She always allows me to crash in her bed.

A dark haired man leers at me as I bounce past him. Although he’s good looking, he’s also a complete unknown, standing alone by the bar, with no mutual friends to recommend him. I’ve watched Criminal Minds and I’m not a total dumb ass. I won’t go home with a stranger.

There’s no need. Chicago society is small. We all know each other. As though emphasizing this point, a familiar pair of broad shoulders bumps against me, pushing me against an identical chest. Arms encircle my waist, holding me between them.

I inhale sharply, a spike of excitement shooting down my spine. “It’s a Thursday. How did you boys escape the Judge?” I gaze up into Theodore’s handsome face.

“Father is preoccupied.” The eldest Tantra twin, the brothers given that nickname due to their lasting power in the bedroom, grins at me.

“He’s assisting your dear daddy with negotiations,” Thomas, the youngest brother, adds, a wayward lock of blond hair falling over his forehead. “Since our parents are spending the evening together, it’s only right that we do the same.” He squeezes my hip.

I roll my eyes. We’ve discussed this.

“You know what this slut requires.” When I joke about my slutdom, it hurts less. “And you ain’t got the goods, boys.” The boys live with their parents, unable to bring women home. I extract my phone from my clutch purse and scan through my messages, seeking to ignore the stirrings of arousal within me. They won’t serve my purpose, not at all.

“Put away your phone, princess,” Thomas commands.

“Because we can give our slut what she requires,” Theodore finishes his brother’s sentence. “This is for you.” He holds up a key.

The logo on the plastic card belongs to the hotel next door to the club. I’m familiar with this hotel. My family’s company supplies candy to one of its boutique stores.

“It’s for me?” I laugh. “That’s slick, dicks, but I’m not buying your line. You didn’t know I’d be here tonight.” I take a picture of a bartender. He wears a giant blue condom on his head. Bee will find this as funny as I do.

“We knew,” the twins say in unison.

“It’s Thursday,” Theodore adds. “Blue is the number two club on Thursdays and since you’ve been blackballed from R–”

“You know about that?” My smile wavers. Nicolas Rainer’s hatred for my family is jeopardizing my social status. My fingers fly over my phone’s screen.

“Everyone knows.” Thomas chuckles. He either doesn’t realize how humiliating this is for me or he doesn’t give a shit. “If you don’t put away your phone, we’ll take it from you.”

Shit. I type a text message to Bee. Theodore grabs my phone.

“Hey.” I press send before the message is completed, hoping my roommate and best friend understands what I’m trying to say and doesn’t go all CSI on my ass, trying to track me down.

“We warned you.” Theodore places my phone in his back pocket. “You belong to us tonight.”

“To both of us,” Thomas emphasizes. “You’ve played the slut for everyone else. Tonight, you’ll service us.”

I shiver with anticipation, my nipples tightening. “Our daddies won’t like this.” Our fathers are best friends, our families spending holidays together. To sleep with the twins would be crossing a line even I haven’t dared to contemplate.

“No, they won’t.” Thomas grins. “They won’t like this.” He bends his head and glides his lips over mine, his touch light, teasing, tentative.

“Or this.” Theodore turns my head toward his, demanding his turn. This brother doesn’t skim. He captures, owning my lips. I gasp, surprised, shocked, stimulated, and he plunges into my mouth, stroking into me with a dark confidence.

When he pulls away from me, my lips hum and people stare at us. “There goes my political career,” he jokes, having been very vocal about not wanting that future for himself.

“Fuck your political career. We’re leaving.” Thomas clasps my hand and leads me through the club, his brother following us closely, too closely. Everyone will know the three of us are together.

We exit, the cool night air returning my rational thinking. If I sleep with Theodore and Thomas, my daddy will find out.

And what will happen?

Nothing. My heels tap against the sidewalk, echoing the beating of my heart. My daddy will ignore this and ignore me, as he has ignored my past pleas for his attention. I’ll continue warming a chair seat in the family business, being responsible for nothing, no one caring if I show up at work on time or if I show up at all.

A hotel employee holds the door open for us as we enter the hotel. He looks familiar. My buddy Bee would remember his name. I don’t.

I do know he’ll tell others how he saw the candy king’s daughter arrive with two men, Thomas’s fingers link with mine. Theodore’s hands span my waist, his hardness pressing against my ass.

There are more people lingering in the lobby. Men stare. Women gossip behind their hands. I cover my nervousness with a smile and a laugh. They think I’m a slut, a label I earned when I was twelve and developed big breasts.

At least that’s one thing I’ve achieved on my own.

“We’re going up, Cyn,” Theodore informs me. The twins crowd against me in the elevator, sandwiching my curves between their muscles. “But soon you’ll be going down.”

“On both of us.” Thomas commands my lips, flattening my generous breasts with his chest, grinding the hardness in his black dress pants against my dress-clad mons. His brother nuzzles my neck, pressing his fabric-covered cock into the crevice between my ass cheeks.

I writhe, surrounded by aroused men. They’ve done this before tonight. I know this by the way their bodies move in synch, operating as one entity around me. I don’t fool myself that I’m more than a fast fuck for the notorious Tantra twins, a way to give their powerful daddy and Chicago society the finger.

I don’t want to be more. I don’t want them for more than sexual release and a safe place to sleep tonight. Two men can protect me better than one. I swivel my hips, tormenting both of them. When the darkness comes, I won’t be alone.

The elevator doors open. Thomas drags me along the hallway. While he fumbles with the key, Theodore lifts my skirt, baring my thighs, the air cool against my skin.

“She’s wearing a G-string, Thomas.” Theodore runs his fingers along the ribbon hugging my hips. “We’ve got ourselves a hot little tramp.” His dirty words make my pussy clench around nothing, my body achingly empty.

“Fuck,” his brother curses. The door finally opens and we topple inside. I land on my knees and elbows, the rug burning my skin.

“Look at her.” Theodore chuckles. “She’s ready for us.” He pushes my skirt to my waist. “Her panties are soaked.” He pulls them down. “What would your daddy think of you now?” He nudges my legs apart with his shoes, opening me to him. “His baby girl wants to fuck his best friend’s sons.” He clucks his tongue.

Thomas stands before me, his crotch at my eye level, the fabric of his dress pants tented around his cock. “You’ll suck me first, you nasty girl.” He unzips his pants, pulls them down to his knees, taking his underwear with them.

His shaft is long and curved, jutting from a base of blond curls. I lick my lips, eager for a taste. His cock bobs.

“Take me into that ever smiling mouth of yours.” Thomas threads his fingers through my hair and pushes his tip between my lips, forcing me to take him. I flit my tongue over his slit, savoring his unique flavor, and he groans. “Fuck, she’s good, Theodore.” He sinks deeper and deeper into my mouth.

“We heard she was.” The eldest brother strums my feminine folds with his fingers and I quiver. “Earl claims she’s the best piece of ass he’s ever had.”

Who the hell is Earl? I frown around Thomas’s big cock, sucking gently.

“Look at her.” Thomas laughs. “She can’t remember who Earl is. She’s had so much cock.” He pumps into me, using me like the slut I am and I love it, want it. “You chose the wrong end, brother. There’s no way her pussy is as good as her fucking mouth.”

A zipper rasps and a package crinkles. “I wouldn’t be so certain.” They talk about me as though I’m not here and this turns me on. “She’s dripping. Her juices are running down her thighs.” He prods me with his latex-covered cock head, stretching me open. “And she’s surprising snug for a well-fucked slut.” He drives into me and I scream around Thomas’s cock, the fullness so damn good.

“Keep sucking.” Thomas wraps his fingers in my curls and pinpricks of pain shoots across my scalp. “Don’t act like you can’t take both of us.” He humps my face, his balls slapping against my chin, his tip tapping the back of my throat.

“We know you can.” Theodore fucks me hard, driving into me again and again. “You’ll take us and beg for more.” He clasps my hips, riding me relentlessly, uncaring of anything other than his own satisfaction.

“Yes, more,” I mumble around Thomas’s girth, glorying in this experience. My mouth and pussy is filled with cock, my body trapped between the two men. My lips hum, my cheeks aching, my hands and knees scuffed by the rough carpet. They’re fucking me on the floor, unable to wait for the bed, their need for me too great. I clench down on Theodore’s shaft with my inner muscles and he jerks.

“Fuck,” he grunts. At Thanksgiving, when we’re sitting around the dinner table, he’ll remember this moment, the feel of me around him, how he drove deep inside me, my lips wrapped around his brother’s cock. “Squeeze me. That’s a good cunt.”

“Suck me harder,” Thomas demands, determined not to be forgotten. I comply and he bucks against me. “Shit, Theodore. She’ll make me come.”

“You’ll swallow like a good little slut,” his brother instructs. “You won’t waste a drop of his cum. Do you understand?”

I murmur, my mouth full.

This response isn’t good enough for Theodore. “Do you understand?” He slaps my ass, I inhale Thomas’s shaft, my pussy constricts around the eldest brother’s cock, and both men groan.

“You’re begging for our cum, aren’t you?” Theodore growls, swatting my abused flesh once more. “You want to milk us dry.” They fuck my pussy and mouth to the beat of his love blows, driving into me with a mind-spinning ferocity.

I’m helpless, unable to escape, to do anything other than take their sexual assault. My body heats, my ass, pussy, mouth, knees burning. My arms and legs tremble as I attempt to slow my release, suspecting they’d be displeased if I come first.

There’s no thinking about work, about my dad’s constant disapproval, my empty future. There are only these two men, their cocks inside me, the need coiling around me.

“Earl. Is. Right,” Theodore huffs. “Great. Piece. Of. Ass.” He shoves one of his thumbs into that forbidden hole and I implode, drawing their shafts into me.

They roar. Cum shoots down my throat, soothing my battered flesh. My world spins, a blur of light and color. I swallow and swallow and swallow, draining Thomas as Theodore pulses inside me.

“Fuck,” Thomas murmurs, sounding stunned. “That was unbelievable.” His limp dick slips from my mouth, leaving a trail of moisture down my chin.

“Thank you.” I grin, straightening.

A heavy palm lands on my back, pushing me back down. “Where do you think you’re going?” Theodore bumps his brother to the side. He’s semi-erect, the condom removed. “We have the hotel room for the night.”

“And?” I lift one of my eyebrows.

“And I want you to suck my balls.” He thrusts his hips forward. “While Thomas eats you out.” He strokes himself. “Once I’m hard, I’m taking your ass.”

“I’m taking your pussy.” A warm breath wafts on my inner thigh. “At the same time.”

My smile spreads. There will be no sleeping tonight.

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Bee Carter’s carefully constructed world is tumbling down around her designer knockoff heels. Pleasing others isn’t working for this small-town fashionista. Bee decides to throw caution to the Chicago wind for one night and release her inner bad girl, accepting a sexy challenge from an unknown texter, exploring the backseat of a limousine with gorgeous billionaire Nicolas, and entering a rough, tough biker bar with the mysterious Hawke.

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By Cynthia Sax on September 22, 2014

The fight against cancer is a cause near and dear to my heart (Flashes Of Me readers realize this). I’ve lost too many loved ones to this dreadful disease and I don’t want one more person to suffer.

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Bee Carter’s carefully constructed world is tumbling down around her designer knockoff heels. Pleasing others isn’t working for this small-town fashionista. Bee decides to throw caution to the Chicago wind for one night and release her inner bad girl, accepting a sexy challenge from an unknown texter, exploring the backseat of a limousine with gorgeous billionaire Nicolas, and entering a rough, tough biker bar with the mysterious Hawke.

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Sinful Rewards – Not a single scene is nonessential.

By Cynthia Sax on September 20, 2014

A Reader Lives a Thousand Lives shares

“Cynthia’s writing is flawless. Not a single scene is nonessential. Every tidbit of information is vital to the story at hand.”

This is true. There are no throwaway lines in Sinful Rewards.
The entire review ROCKS!

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Bee Carter’s carefully constructed world is tumbling down around her designer knockoff heels. Pleasing others isn’t working for this small-town fashionista. Bee decides to throw caution to the Chicago wind for one night and release her inner bad girl, accepting a sexy challenge from an unknown texter, exploring the backseat of a limousine with gorgeous billionaire Nicolas, and entering a rough, tough biker bar with the mysterious Hawke.

Two hot men, one wicked night. When this good girl goes wild, who will make her erotic dreams come true—the enigmatic billionaire or the tattooed bad boy?

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