Fifty Shades of Gay Tentacles – New from Jacqueline Sweet and Devon March

 

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When Penrose Academy student Liam Hardwick interns for reclusive billionaire Derek Slate, he finds a man who is gorgeous, haunted, and demanding. The unprepared, poor Liam is shocked by the attraction he feels to this man. Slate, too, is drawn to innocent Liam despite how their relationship might jeopardize all his plans.

Slate’s world is intoxicating for inexperienced Liam, but the billionaire is keeping secrets from the student. Secrets that torment the wealthy man and could prove dangerous for Liam. How far will Liam follow his dark desires? What is Slate researching in Penrose’s restricted archives? What lies behind the red door? And what is wrong with Derek Slate’s shadow?

Erotic, dark, and funny, Fifty Shades of Gay Tentacles will haunt you and draw you tightly into its world of dark sexuality.

 

This book is intended for mature audiences.


Excerpt

“And if you don’t mind my impertinence, I’d like to take your measurements?” Mister Slate’s voice is absolutely calm as he says this, but his eyes show hunger. I tear my gaze away, afraid that I’ll fall into those shadowy green pools and be swept away.
“Measurements? Are you ordering a coffin for me?” I joke, still not meeting his eyes.

He laughs a bit too long. “Just more appropriate clothes, Mister Hardwick. These books, much like the Christian bible, are specific in what worshippers must wear.” He notices the alarm on my face and smiles a thoroughly disarming smile. “Don’t worry, Mister Hardwick, my tailor isn’t making you robes or a nun’s habit.”

“Well okay then. If there’s a uniform at least I hope it doesn’t involve any silly hats. I spent a summer working at Hot Dog on a Stick and we had to wear these hats that literally were the ugliest things ever.”

He pulls an old, worn, cloth tape measure from his pocket. “Now, if you could please strip down?”

For a moment I consider stalling. But why wouldn’t I want to take my clothes off for him? Maybe he’ll take his off, too, and we can measure each other. My hoodie hits the floor. My shirt goes up over my head and I almost scream because suddenly Sebastian is there, behind Mister Slate like his shadow. The guy has little cat feet. He’s a ninja receptionist.

And he’s holding a camera.

“What’s that for?”

“Don’t worry about the photographs,” Mister Slate says. “My tailor has peculiar methods but his work is worth it. He uses hand measurements for sizing and crafting but the photos will allow him to choose the perfect shade of fabric to match your lovely eyes.”

I blush.

Sebastian openly smirks at me and aims the camera.

Not for the first time that morning I wonder how many young men have been through this with Mister Slate. Am I the third or the thirty-third? What happened to all the others? And if he’s such a recluse, why does he have a tailor on speed dial?

Slate circles around behind me, stands so close that his breath burns the back of my neck. He’s giving off waves of heat like a furnace. My head swims from his presence. And then his arms reach around me and pull the measuring tape tight across my chest and shoulders, restraining me sweetly. My cock jumps in my pants and I realize he’s going to want to measure my inseam and that might be a problem. He holds the tape tautly, squeezing it until his control over me becomes definitive. When he releases the cord a tightness remains, as if the shadow of the cord lingered, binding me to him.

He repeats the actions on my waist, my wrists, my elbows. Each time he squeezes until I feel a measure of control slip away from inside me. Sebastian shoots photos, hovering at the periphery like a ghost. And as the tape falls away the bindings remain. Slate is behind me for the entire process. What does his face show when no one is looking?

The tape measure slips around my neck and all thoughts evaporate like fog before the sun. Slate squeezes it sweetly and my blood slows, my breath quiets. He’s standing so close to me now, his body brushing against my back, making my head swim with his scorching heat. His breath tickles my ear. The cord tightens on my neck and my breathing stops entirely. A groan slips from my lips and I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so incredibly, thoroughly turned on. My erection is straining against my jeans painfully. Sebastian gets some great shots of it, I’m sure.”

COMING SOON! Succubus Academy: The Reluctant Succubus – Book 3

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“Fifty Shades of Gay Tentacles” excerpt and cover reveal!

I am eager–giddy even–to share this with you. This is the most fun thing I’ve published yet. The book is with the editor currently so I hope to have it up within a week or two, depending on feedback. This is the first in a planned series set in and around a deviant magical university hidden in the mountains of Canada.


 

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When Penrose Academy student Liam Hardwick interns for reclusive billionaire Derek Slate, he finds a man who is gorgeous, haunted, and demanding. The unprepared, poor Liam is shocked by the attraction he feels to this men. Slate, too, is drawn to innocent Liam despite how their relationship might jeopardize all his plans.

Slate’s world is intoxicating for inexperienced Liam, but the billionaire is keeping secrets from the student. Secrets that torment the wealthy man and could prove dangerous for Liam. How far will Liam follow his dark desires? What is Slate researching in Penrose’s restricted archives? What lies behind the red door? And what is wrong with Derek Slate’s shadow?

Erotic, dark, and funny, Fifty Shades of Gay Tentacles will haunt you and draw you tightly into its world of dark sexuality.

This book is intended for mature audiences.

EXCERPT

“And if you don’t mind my impertinence, I’d like to take your measurements?” Mister Slate’s voice is absolutely calm as he says this, but his eyes show hunger. I tear my gaze away, afraid that I’ll fall into those shadowy green pools and be swept away.

“Measurements? Are you ordering a coffin for me?” I joke, still not meeting his eyes. 

He laughs a bit too long. “Just more apprpriate clothes, Mister Hardwick. These books, much like the Christian bible, are specific in what worshippers must wear.” He notices the alarm beaming from my face and smiles a thoroughly disarming smile. “Don’t worry, Mister Hardwick, my tailor isn’t making you robes or a nun’s habit.”

 “If there’s a uniform at least I hope it doesn’t involve any silly hats. I spent a summer working at Hot Dog on a Stick and we had to wear these hats that literally were the ugliest things ever.”

He pulls an old, worn, cloth tape measure of untreated cotton from a pocket. “Now, if you could please strip down?”

For a moment I considered stalling. But why wouldn’t I want to take my clothes off for him? Maybe he’ll take his off, too, and we can measure each other. My hoodie hits the floor. My shirt goes up over my head and I almost scream because suddenly Sebastian is there, behind Mister Slate like his shadow. The guy has little cat feet. He’s a ninja receptionist.

And he’s holding a camera.

“What’s that for?”

“Don’t worry about the photographs,” Mister Slate says. “My tailor has peculiar methods but his work is worth it. He uses hand measurements for sizing and crafting, but the photos will allow him to choose the perfect shade of fabric to match your lovely eyes.”

I blush.

Sebastian openly smirks at me and aims the camera.

Not for the first time that morning I wonder how many young men have been through this with Mister Slate. Am I the third or the thirty-third? What happened to all the others? And if he’s such a recluse, why does he have so many social ties? 

Slate circles around behind me, stands so close that his breath burns the back of my neck. He’s giving off waves of heat like a furnace. My head swims from his presence. And then his arms reach around me and pull the measuring tape tight across my chest and shoulders, restraining me sweetly. My cock jumps in my pants and I realize he’s going to want to measure my inseam and that might be a problem. He holds the tape tautly, squeezing it until his control over me becomes definitive. When he releases the binding a tightness remains, as if the shadow of the cord remained, binding me to him.

He repeats the actions on my waist, my upper torso, my wrists, my elbows. Each time he squeezes until I feel a a measure of control slip away from inside me. Sebastian shoots photos, hovering at the peripherery like a ghost. And as the measure falls away the bindings remain. Slate is behind me for the entire process. What does his face show when no one is looking? Is he always so guarded?

The rope slips around my neck and all thoughts evaporate like fog before the sun. Slate squeezes it sweetly and my blood slows, my breath quiets. He’s standing so close to me now, his body brushing against my back, making my head swim with his scorching heat. His breath tickles my ear. The cord tightens on my neck and my breathing stops entirely. A groan slips from my lips and I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so incredibly, thoroughly turned on. My erection is straining against my jeans painfully. Sebastian gets some great shots of it, I’m sure. 

“Knocking on the Alpha’s Door” – New paranormal erotica from Devon March

Knocking on the Alpha’s Door is the second part of Devon’s “Mystery of Pleasant Valley” series. Part one is The No Panties Day and it is totally free on Amazon. This is a hot entry featuring M/M werewolves and F/F/Tentacles. Max and Olivia get closer to figuring out why everyone in Pleasant Valley seems to be constantly bonking each other’s brains out but to get their answers they may have to explore uncharted territories.

 

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Why is everyone in Pleasant Valley constantly boning? Max has a plan to find out.

He’ll ask the local alpha werewolf, Luke. Because the town might be under a spell, and Luke probably knows about supernatural things, right? Max’s massive crush has nothing to do with it.

Meanwhile, Olivia steps through the portal in the library, looking for answers of her own . . .

This 5,000-word story features explicit hot sex, werewolves, bisexuality, polyamory, dominant librarians, and — last but certainly not least — a tentacle goddess.

The Mystery of Pleasant Valley is a lighthearted, erotic paranormal mystery series. It is intended only for readers over 18. “Knocking on the Alpha’s Door” is Book Two in the series. Don’t miss Book One, “The No Panties Day,” and the Prologue, “Kneel For You.”

FREE – The No Panties Day – a sizzling erotic mystery – new from Devon March

Out now from Guilty Treasures Press, The No Panties Day.

This is the first episode is a new serial from my partner-in-crime, Devon March. I’ve had a chance to read the whole series (I’m her editor, after all) and it’s a delightfully fun read. Devon has a light and playful touch that is just an absolute joy to read. And she can write sex scenes like nobody’s business. Seriously, there is a menage scene in a library in this first episode that will just rip your pants off, bend you over the reading desk, and spank you until you beg for more.

 

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Beautiful, adventurous Olivia Rossi returns from a year abroad to find her hometown under a spell. Why is she falling into bed with every friend she visits?

Sweet, geeky Max is the only other person who realizes something is wrong. Where will his quest for answers lead him? And has the library always looked this sexy?

The Mystery of Pleasant Valley is a lighthearted, erotic paranormal mystery series. It is intended only for readers over 18.

This 5,000-word story features explicit hot sex, including threesomes, bisexuality, polyamory, and dominant librarians.

 

EXCERPT

He takes the stairs two at a time and hunts through the stacks. There’s a pleasant scent of wood and paper and rain. Max smoothes a palm along the surface of a table. One of the private study rooms is closed and the glass in the door is fogged up, but aside from that the library is pretty empty.

Then he hears a moan and a smack, and follows the sound deeper into the stacks. Finally he finds them: Mr. Sharp, sitting on the edge of a broad fainting couch, and Olivia, draped face down over the end. Mr. Sharp has removed his jacket, which Max has never seen him do, and his sleeves are rolled up, revealing whip-strong forearms. Still, his vest is buttoned and the knot of his tie is pristine. 

Olivia is naked.

Mr. Sharp is holding a pen with a broad-tipped nib in one narrow, long-fingered hand, and a pot of ink sits on a little table next to him. As Max watches, he dips the pen, loading it with ink, and then writes on the smooth skin of Olivia’s back, adding to the words that are already there.

Olivia twitches, just a little, and Mr. Sharp smacks her ass, which is already rosy with hand-prints. Olivia moans and hides her face in the pillows.

“Hold still,” Mr. Sharp tells her. “And you, if you have a question, come around where I can see you.” He gestures toward Olivia’s head, and Max quickly moves to stand by her.

Mr. Sharp’s pale eyes flick up and take in Max with a quick, penetrating glance. His manner and speech make him seem older, but he barely looks thirty. He’s a narrow, contained, black-haired mystery. “Mr. Maxwell,” he says coolly. “What can we do for you?” He dips the pen into the ink again and picks up the trail of words, stroking them into Olivia’s skin while she shivers.

“Well, I, um —”

“I might have all day, Mr. Maxwell, but that does not mean I wish to spend it listening to you babble. What. Do you. Want?” He punctuates this statement with a stab of the pen.

Olivia turns her wide, unsteady eyes up to look at Max standing above her, and he sees how far gone she is, and he is so, so jealous. He wonders if there’s a line: “Queue here for exquisite abuse with Mr. Sharp, 3-5 p.m., Tuesday through Friday.”

 

Available now for free on Amazon.

New M/M Erotic Paranormal Romance — Hot Excerpt and Cover Reveal

Coming soon from Jacqueline Sweet,

“Fifty Shades of Gay Tentacles.”

When Penrose Academy student Liam Hardwick interns for reclusive billionaire Derek Slate, he finds a man who is gorgeous, haunted, and demanding. The unprepared, poor Liam is shocked by the attraction he feels to this men. Slate, too, is drawn to innocent Liam despite how their relationship might jeopardize all his plans.

Slate’s world is intoxicating for inexperienced Liam, but the billionaire is keeping secrets from the student. Secrets that torment the wealthy man and could prove dangerous for Liam. How far will Liam follow his dark desires? What is Slate researching in Penrose’s restricted archives? What lies behind the red door? And what is wrong with Derek Slate’s shadow?

Erotic, dark, and funny, Fifty Shades of Gay Tentacles will haunt you and draw you tightly into its world of dark sexuality.

This book is intended for mature audiences.

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EXCERPT

“And if you don’t mind my impertinence, I’d like to take your measurements?” Mister Slate’s voice is absolutely calm as he says this, but his eyes show hunger. I tear my gaze away, afraid that I’ll fall into those shadowy green pools and be swept away.

“Measurements? Are you ordering a coffin for me?” I joke, still not meeting his eyes. 

He laughs a bit too long. “Just more apprpriate clothes, Mister Hardwick. These books, much like the Christian bible, are specific in what worshippers must wear.” He notices the alarm beaming from my face and smiles a thoroughly disarming smile. “Don’t worry, Mister Hardwick, my tailor isn’t making you robes or a nun’s habit.”

 “If there’s a uniform at least I hope it doesn’t involve any silly hats. I spent a summer working at Hot Dog on a Stick and we had to wear these hats that literally were the ugliest things ever.”

He pulls an old, worn, cloth tape measure of untreated cotton from a pocket. “Now, if you could please strip down?”

For a moment I considered stalling. But why wouldn’t I want to take my clothes off for him? Maybe he’ll take his off, too, and we can measure each other. My hoodie hits the floor. My shirt goes up over my head and I almost scream because suddenly Sebastian is there, behind Mister Slate like his shadow. The guy has little cat feet. He’s a ninja receptionist.

And he’s holding a camera.

“What’s that for?”

“Don’t worry about the photographs,” Mister Slate says. “My tailor has peculiar methods but his work is worth it. He uses hand measurements for sizing and crafting, but the photos will allow him to choose the perfect shade of fabric to match your lovely eyes.”

I blush.

Sebastian openly smirks at me and aims the camera.

Not for the first time that morning I wonder how many young men have been through this with Mister Slate. Am I the third or the thirty-third? What happened to all the others? And if he’s such a recluse, why does he have so many social ties? 

Slate circles around behind me, stands so close that his breath burns the back of my neck. He’s giving off waves of heat like a furnace. My head swims from his presence. And then his arms reach around me and pull the measuring tape tight across my chest and shoulders, restraining me sweetly. My cock jumps in my pants and I realize he’s going to want to measure my inseam and that might be a problem. He holds the tape tautly, squeezing it until his control over me becomes definitive. When he releases the binding a tightness remains, as if the shadow of the cord remained, binding me to him.

He repeats the actions on my waist, my upper torso, my wrists, my elbows. Each time he squeezes until I feel a a measure of control slip away from inside me. Sebastian shoots photos, hovering at the peripherery like a ghost. And as the measure falls away the bindings remain. Slate is behind me for the entire process. What does his face show when no one is looking? Is he always so guarded?

The rope slips around my neck and all thoughts evaporate like fog before the sun. Slate squeezes it sweetly and my blood slows, my breath quiets. He’s standing so close to me now, his body brushing against my back, making my head swim with his scorching heat. His breath tickles my ear. The cord tightens on my neck and my breathing stops entirely. A groan slips from my lips and I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so incredibly, thoroughly turned on. My erection is straining against my jeans painfully. Sebastian gets some great shots of it, I’m sure. 

 

Succubus Kissing Booth – only $.99 – out now from Jacqueline Sweet

Book #2 of the Reluctant Succubus series is out! It’s a delicious story of a woman giving in to temptation and exploring the dark side of her sexuality, set at a steamy summer fair in San Francisco.

(Get the first book FREE now!)

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Synopsis

Sarah Mayhew made a deal with a demon for the body of her dreams.

Now Sarah finds herself suddenly indescribably hot. But her transformation has come with a price and an appetite that must be sated.

Office cutie Alec is all too happy to feed her what she needs, but can she control her new powers around him?

And what will she do when she’s forced to work the kissing booth at San Francisco’s sexiest street fair?

This book is intended for mature audiences only and contains explicit sexual acts.

Estimated Length: 10,000 words (a novelette)

EXCERPT

“Sorry, Alec. I’m late for the kissing booth.” I unwrapped my overcoat and tossed it to him. His eyes nearly fell out of his head when he saw what I was wearing. He didn’t even try to speak. “Try not to wrinkle it,” I called back over my shoulder as I went in search of my destiny.

The booth was all the way on the other side of the fair and the gates had just been opened. A flood of celebrants and tourists and voyeurs and shoppers crashed through the streets in a tidal wave. I was going to be late, but I didn’t mind. Wherever I walked I stopped traffic. Jaws dropped. Eyes goggled. People did double and triple takes. Maybe it was the shiny black heels like daggers of night on my feet? Maybe it was the crimson silk stockings stroking my long legs? Maybe it was the sliver of red thong splitting my magnificent ass in two? Or maybe it was the corset that seized my torso and thrust my breasts up on a platter for all the world to see? Head to toe I looked like a vision of wicked delights, like a demon sent to tempt men with unheard-of pleasures.

Maybe I was.

My research suggested I was a succubus. A temptress. A fiendish creature that fed on sexual energy. 

That felt right.

So I decided to look the part. As I walked to the kissing booth I adjusted the devil horns on my head. I practiced swinging my hips so the Halloween-store devil’s tail would swish back and forth. The stunned and drooling gawkers parted before me and trailed me like a comet’s tail. 

Maybe this succubus thing wouldn’t be so bad?

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Free on Amazon – The Reluctant Succubus – book one

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The first book of the Reluctant Succubus erotic romance serial is now free on Amazon. It begins the story of Sarah Mayhew, a woman unhappy in her own skin. When she finds out about a miraculous weight loss method she jumps at the chance, even if it means selling her soul. But that’s just the beginning of her problems. She needs to solve the riddle of the mysterious Shadowy Man and beat a demon at its own game before the sun rises or she won’t just lose her soul. She’ll lose everything.

Book two – SUCCUBUS KISSING BOOTH – is planned for release later this week. I’d describe the plot but I don’t want to spoil the first book for you. 

Please slide over to Amazon and pick up a free copy as soon as you can. The more people who grab it on this first free day, the better my rank will be and I’d love to see this crack the top 100 free books.