Illicit Affairs
Illicit Affairs is a compilation of three erotic tales with women giving into their darkest desires and pursuing the forbidden.
Title: Illicit
Affairs
Authors: JO Matthews,
Bec Rose, & N.J. Cole
Genre: Erotica
Expected Release
Date: 9.13.2013
Unexpected Journey by Jo Matthews
Aaron Johnson, Mitch’s friend and
business partner, agrees to help with the presentation and plans are made for
all three to go. What happens when Mitch backs out at the last minute to spend
a romantic weekend with his secretary, forcing Aaron’s hand so that he has to
accompany Sarah alone?
Will an innocent friendship turn into
something more as Aaron’s attraction for Sarah grows? How will Sarah manage
when she realizes that Aaron is awakening feelings in her that she’s never felt
before? The sexual tension burns hot as these two embark on an unexpected
journey that neither are prepared for.
Excerpt
The flight to San Diego was quick, though the one to Hawaii was considerably longer. Somewhere over the Pacific, Sarah fell asleep; the day had obviously taken a toll on her emotions and exhausted her. I wasn’t really tired myself, so I grabbed a magazine from the caddy in front of me and started flipping through it. Not ten minutes later, she shifted in her sleep and leaned over, her head resting on my shoulder.
I froze in place, unsure of what to do.
Part of me was screaming to wake her up or at least move her, while the other
part of me—the part that tended to take over in any man when there was a sexy
goddess nearby—wanted me to savor the moment. I must have warred with myself
for three minutes straight until I decided it didn’t matter. There was no harm
in letting Sarah sleep on my shoulder on a plane to Hawaii. No harm at all,
considering her husband was the one who put us on the flight together.
Unable to resist any longer, I turned
my head into her hair and breathed in her intoxicating scent. She smelled like
wildflowers and sunshine, and I couldn’t help but inhale more deeply as I
closed my eyes.
About the Author
As an editor she has propelled quite a few authors
into the published world, and with her skills, has landed several stories on
Amazon’s Top Sellers lists.
Hot
Summer Nights by Bec Rose
Annie Murphy had the picture perfect
life. A beautiful home, a wonderful son, and a husband who adored her. It was
every woman’s dream until her husband of over twenty years came out of the
closet, leaving her a forty-five year old divorcee struggling to regain her
confidence. Needing a distraction, she agrees to allow her son’s friend, Jamie,
to spend the summer at her house while working as an intern. When Jamie, the
cute female intern she’d been expecting turns out to be Jaime, the hot
male intern with abs to drool over, it kicks Annie’s fantasies into overdrive.
When she realizes that her desires are not one sided, it’s more than the
temperature that causes some hot summer nights.
Excerpt
It seemed like forever
before he finally made his way back downstairs, and I heard him rummaging
through the fridge for something before he walked into the den carrying some
homemade chocolate mousse. I moved to the main sofa, sitting down next to him
so we were both within reach of the dessert.
“I hope you don’t
mind, but I made this before dinner. I have a bit of a sweet tooth.” He grinned
at me as he took a bite. I smiled back and dipped my spoon in, groaning at the
amazing taste that exploded in my mouth when I took my first bite.
“Oh, god, Jaime,
you’re going to make me fat if you cook like this all the time,” I laughed.
When I heard no reply, I looked next to me, seeing Jaime staring at my lips
with—if I wasn’t completely misinterpreting it—a look of lust in his eyes.
“Oh, um, I’m sorry?”
He seemed confused.
“I just said that
you’re going to make me fat if you keep cooking like this.”
“You don’t have to
worry about that, Annie. You have an amazing figure if you don’t mind me
saying.” I was surprised by his comment. It had been a long time since anyone
had complimented me like that.
“Oh, well, um…thank
you, Jaime,” I replied, embarrassed.
We finished off the
dessert, both of us silently deciding to stay on the couch next to each other
by settling back as Jaime changed the channel to watch an old movie. It was
nice to sit with someone and not feel the need to fill the air with unnecessary
conversation. Jaime was easy to just be with, and I was once again glad it had
turned out to be a male houseguest instead of a female.
About the Author
Bec Rose is a budding
author and mother of two. When she isn’t reading or writing, she enjoys
spending time with her son and daughter. Residing in Australia, she possesses a
subtle charm that carries through into her writing. In her debut novella, Bec
Rose not only tugs on our heartstrings but leaves us panting for more.
Second Chances by NJ Cole
Calla Moretti married her college
sweetheart, Bill. Married life was great at first, but as his career had her
dropping out of college and moving away from her family and friends, Calla
struggled with her role as a wife and homemaker. Stress due to infertility and
Bill’s affairs, had the marriage on the brink of failure. When she drives home
in the middle of a thunderstorm and spots first a broken down motorcycle, then
the sexy rider, she decides to take a chance and offer him assistance.
Realizing fate brought her together with a man who could give her the one thing
her husband couldn’t—a baby—Calla decides to take a chance. One romantic night,
one big lie, will it save her marriage or fill her heart with more emptiness?
Will this be the answer to her prayers? In life, are there truly second
chances?
Excerpt
Staring into my eyes, he lowered his
head. I could have moved, spoken, coughed…anything, but instead I lifted my
chin and allowed him to kiss me.
At first it was chaste, it really was,
but when I didn’t pull away, he didn’t either. I felt his tongue poke from
between his velvet lips and lick over my lower one. I gasped, and he used that
opportunity to find his way into my mouth. As my body began to shake, I
groaned. I had to stop this. If I didn’t, I’d end up having sex with him—a
total stranger. I knew that because I was ovulating, if I did sleep with him,
there was a good chance that I’d become pregnant.
I’d become pregnant.
I had stiffened up at my epiphany,
causing him to pull back. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
My mind was racing with the possibility
of becoming pregnant tonight. I could go home to Bill in the morning and he and
I could have sex. He’d think the baby was his, and maybe it would be, I
reasoned with myself. He’d never know and our marriage would be fixed.
About the Author
NJ Cole is a
mid-western girl with a kinky side. She works by day and writes by night, all
while being a mother to her wonderful boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of
today’s authors, she chooses to write in first person, allowing the readers to
experience life through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her
head. Her love of those characters and respect for their stories come through
loud and clear in her writing. Reaching Amazon’s top 100 list in Erotica with
Midnight Caller and Landslide, NJ Cole promises to entertain and excite the
reader with her newest tales of love, romance, and as always, hot, steamy sex.
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At length, her body eased into his, which pleased him. Her cloak and his shirt separated his skin from hers from her neck to mid-thigh. Her bare legs drew his gaze, but he shut his eyes and tilted his head back. By the gods, he had to think. Her illness had pervaded his every thought since she had dropped her bread that morning.
They had to get back to her village. He had to figure out how to trade for land so he could farm. He swore under his breath. He should have claimed a share of the bounty from Tuirgeis to give him something to trade. Still, he would try. The berserker would know what to do. As the son of a king, he might be able to help.
He could build a langhús of his own. And find a vÃf. One of the Islander women. He would first have to have the house to bring her to, since he no longer had his own in Balestrand. A gift for the bride night would also have to be secured. And crops. And sheep. This land had many sheep, as he well knew.
It rankled more than a little to be in a subservient position, though. He could simply overtake a farm . . .
In his arms, the healer shuddered. A cold, clammy sensation slid over his skin. Had she sensed the direction his thoughts were taking? These were her people, after all. No, he should not plan on gaining land by warfare. But chance? Maybe. If Thor was pleased with him, the god himself might make it happen. Yes.
More at ease on that score, Agnarr felt his eyes grow heavy. The fire burned low, so he leaned as far as he could, grabbing a branch to throw into it. Sparks flew and he shielded Aislinn’s bare skin with his arm, getting a couple of tiny burns for his trouble. It was of no matter.
She was another thing altogether. As his eyes slid shut, his mind found the woman he wanted as his own on the Green Island. She had braids as black as obsidian, eyes as blue as the deepest, purest lake of Nordweg, a form as entrancing as any he had ever seen. Half-dozing with the warmth of Aislinn’s body pressed into his, he noticed too late the intruders into the small camp—and Mjøllnir had been left by the fire when he had removed his shirt.
Sandi Layne writes historical and inspirational fiction. Having self-published for many years, she only relatively recently has entered a more conventional publishing world. Wife of one and mom of two, she currently lives in Maryland, where she enjoys these fantastic things called seasons. She has won an award for Celtic fiction as well as sundry minor online writing kudos over the years. She enjoys cooking but not baking, walking but not running, swimming when weather permits, and Mondays. You can find her on her website: 
