Title- Love Story for a Snow Princess
Series- Love Story # 1
By- Beth D. Carter
Genre- Contemporary Erotic Romance
When Panthea Snow loses her family in a horrific car crash, she needs something to keep her going. She decides to replace one family with another and signs up as a mail order bride to a man living in the far north in Alaska. When she arrives, however, she realizes she can’t go through with it but is stuck in River Ice, Alaska until the snow melts in a few weeks.
She meets Paden Winters and is drawn to him despite his moodiness and ill temper. As she gets to know him, she realizes they are both dealing with issues of healing and concealing pain. Only Paden deals with it by cutting himself for sexual satisfaction.
Can a woman who has an abnormal fear of blood and a man who cuts himself ever find happiness? Or are some pains too deep to overcome?
“I wanted to let you know,” he whispered, “that it’s not you. I’m still not right, Thea. Something is dark and hateful inside, and it makes me do hurtful things. I just want you to know that I…care about you, but I’m not a very nice person.” His face was turned away from her, his jaw locked in place, as if afraid he’d say something more. He looked so lost to her, so defeated that it broke her heart. Without thinking, she reached up to grab his face and bring it back to hers. She stood on tiptoe to make sure he saw her as she spoke. “I’m not scared of you, Paden,” she whispered. “Whatever darkness is inside you doesn’t scare me.” She kissed him on the lips, softly, once and then twice, pressing her mouth against the seam of his. Then she rubbed her cheek against his, and his composure broke. His arms came around her and he pulled her into him, almost crushing her as he found her lips with his. She opened for him, and his tongue swept in, allowing him to take from her whatever he needed. His kiss was possessive, dominant yet tender, a heady combination that sent her senses spinning. She slipped her arms around him, hugging his waist, feeling the strength rippling through him, and a little moan escaped her throat. Immediately, he swept her up into his arms, not breaking the contact with his mouth. He carried her, though she was hardly aware of where they went. She was half conscious to going up to his loft, where the only light came from the glow of the fireplace below. He laid her in the middle of his bed, falling upon her, cradled between her legs. His hands roved over her body, not giving her a chance to protest even if she wanted to. But she didn’t. He unzipped her pants and his hand slipped inside, under her panties, to find the slickness of her pussy. One finger slid in and she moaned, lifting her hips to help him ease in further. His thumb rubbed her clit, teasing the nub while another finger also pushed in. In and out he rubbed, up and down. Her body tightened, and she panted, her hips bucking against the fingers driving her crazy. Then he pulled back, finally breaking his kiss to trail over her cheek, down her chin to her neck. His hand left her slit. She moaned in protest and shifted her hips higher, pressing against his hardness. But he tugged at her shirt, hurrying to unbutton it to reveal her thermal undershirt. For the next few moments it was all about getting her naked. Once she lay before him, exposed, he took a moment to stare at her while running a hand over her skin, over her breasts, teasing the nipples to pucker. Thea shifted restlessly, arching her back to get him to touch her more. His fingers trailed down, over the concave contour of her belly, into the red curls hiding her femininity. He shifted lower, and his fingers parted her folds as his mouth settled on her aching clit. She arched with a screech of pleasure, bucking hard against his mouth. He sucked her deep, his tongue probing into her opening and licking it. Her hands clutched uselessly at his hair, either urging him on or trying to make him leave, she wasn’t sure. She wanted more, she wanted to feel all of him but wasn’t quite sure what to ask for. He seemed to know, however, and moved off her. She reached for him. She may not have known exactly what she was reaching for, but she knew she didn’t want him to go away. He moved, his clothing shifting off, his skin hot against her touch. She touched his chest, his hips. “Do you have a condom?” she whispered. He blinked, confused. “I have one,” she told him. “I thought, you know, just in case.” She reached for her jeans and took out the little foil from her pocket. She heard the tearing of a wrapper, and then he was lifting her hips, settling them over his shoulders. He rose up between her legs, holding firm to her thighs. In one thrust, he entered her.
The Snow Princess is the first in a set of books that can also be stand alone. I enjoyed the blurb and loved how the cover resembled the characters perfectly. The author picked very distinctive names that has to do with Greek mythology (I am a fanatic), and that is part of the reason I had to pick this book up. Panthea decided to travel via bride by mail all the way to Alaska (where the males to females are outnumbered) to meet her future husband but after meeting him they realize that maybe they did not have anything in common, she decides to stay longer. This character had so many things happen to her in the last year that would break anybody down and shy away from others, including wanting to start over. However, when she meets Paden they both discover an attraction, who is sexy but has his own demons. Paden’s demon was one that I wouldn’t wish on anyone but it does happen unfortunately and he has learned to deal with it the best way possible. The real question is can these two help each other with their demons that are haunting them. This story was very meaningful because it included things that people deal with everyday, but the author took it and overcame the sadness and made it into a beautiful love story that is sexy at the same time. The scenes in these are definitely one that will keep you glued to the book until the very end. I enjoyed reading the story about Panthea and Paden, but you will have to find out if they were able to overcome their demons!
Title-Once Upon a Love Story
Series-Love Story # 2
By- Beth D. Carter
Genre-Contemporary Erotic Romance
Caleb Tasker lost his wife to cancer but it took him a long time to put her memory to rest. Deciding he needs a vacation, he accepts the gracious invitation of living in his friend’s Malibu home for an over due holiday.
Delilah Ward grew up in rural Mississippi and ran away when she was sixteen, moving to Los Angeles with thoughts of being anything but the person she was born to be. But reality settled in quickly and the bright lights of Hollywood soon faded into the dark abyss of dancing on a darkened platform.
Caleb is used to love being easy and Delilah is used to fighting against everything. They have nothing in common except a wildfire attraction that won’t let go of them. But when tough choices need to be made, will they both be able to be honest to what they really
“Baby, you’ve gotta stop looking at me like that,” he told her in a strangulated tone. She licked her lips, unable to break eye contact. He groaned and left the kitchen, walking toward her with determined strides. He looked like a man on a mission, a hunter who’d found his prey, and excitement flooded through her. Her pussy flooded, soaking her panties, and need puckered her nipples into hard buds. As soon as he drew close enough, he reached for her. His grip was firm but not bruising and she stared up at him with wide eyes. His body was hard, firm, and she felt his cock pressing hot and heavy against her. “You’re so beautiful,” Caleb said with a ragged breath. “I’m so hard for you, Delilah, and if I don’t kiss you right now I think I might self combust.” “Yes, Caleb,” she moaned just as his head swooped down and his lips claimed hers. She melted. He took a small nip on her upper lip before trailing smaller kisses across her bottom, licking each corner to coax her mouth open. As soon as she granted him access, Caleb slipped his tongue inside. There wasn’t any softness in the kiss at all. He possessed her completely, with a wildness that took her by surprise. As her tongue joined with his in exploring and tasting, her knees went weak. Caleb’s hands slipped down to grab her around her waist and settle her more firmly between his thighs. She could feel his rigid cock pulsing through their clothes and all she wanted to do was explore his impressive girth. Slowly, his hands began to slide up, pushing her shirt up to reveal her flat tummy. His thumb brushed over her smooth skin and she shivered. She broke the kiss to moan, allowing Caleb to rain small kisses over her cheek and down her neck. “Caleb,” she managed to gasp. “I want you,” he whispered in her ear, taking a nip at her earlobe. “I want to take you into my bed and worship your body, lick every inch of you, have you ride me until we’re both too weak to walk. Jesus, Delilah, I’m want you so fucking much, baby.” “Caleb, stop,” she whispered. “Please. We need to stop.” It was like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on him. He stiffened in her arms and then the next second he was walking away from her, back toward the kitchen, hunched like a wounded bear. She was left panting, disoriented, and strangely bereft. “I, ah, I need to go,” she told him, walking toward the door that led to the mud room. As she passed by him, he grabbed her arm. “Don’t go,” he murmured. She swallowed. She was so tempted, and because of that, she needed to get away now. “I have to go.” His eyes were burning with arousal. Her body responded. “I want to see you again.” “Caleb—” “Please, Delilah. I have to see you again.” She caved. She wanted to see him again, too. “Give me your phone.” He slipped it out of his pocket and handed it to her. She quickly programmed her phone number into it before setting it back upon the island counter top. She wanted to kiss him again. So very badly. But instead she hurried out, closing the door behind her.
Another beautiful cover and since I had read the first one of course I had to know what happened to Caleb. After leaving Alaska to go on a vacation and get away from the memories of his wife that he lost, Caleb goes to Panthea’s home to stay for a week. Caleb has a heart of gold, and truly still is a gentlemen for my heart. So when he meets Delilah, who is currently working on staff, at an event by accident because a new friend brought him she doesn’t know if he is just like every other guy she has met or if he is really one of the few gentlemen still around. Of course leave it to movie star Jake Coolidge to assume the worst of her because of her profession and Caleb late nights of borrowing the car! I loved this story because Caleb didn’t care what Delilah did but saw her for the person she is inside. This story I think was my favorite because not only the characters but because the sensuality and the way Caleb tries to win Delilah over. The author did an amazing job with this novel sexy scenes, sadness that needs healing.
Title- Lights Camera Love Story
Series- Love Story # 3
By- Beth D. Carter
Genre- Contemporary Erotic Romance
Jake Coolidge is Hollywood’s hot new star. Growing up in Los Angeles among the film sets his father worked on, Jake knows fame is fickle so he lives life to the fullest. He never has to search far for a pretty face with an amazing body to fill his bed, and he never, ever, promises fidelity.
Norah Scaritt has lived her whole life in a fantasy world. Knowing she would never be the girl to wear a bikini or short shorts, she’s come to accept that she has curves even though she secretly wishes she was one of the slim, beautiful models that decorates Jake’s arm.
She’s written a movie script that she knows Jake will be perfect for, but she’s ill prepared for the magnetic attraction she feels for him. As she tries to form a professional bond with him, his hot and cold attitude breaks her heart one too many times. Can Jake save a love that he denied before he’s lost the only person that ever really mattered?
If she was going to have another night with him, she was going to give him a night he’d not soon forget. She might not have much experience, but she read romances, and she had a helluva imagination. When they got to his room, Jake pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She felt his hard cock pressed against her stomach. This time, she wanted to take things slow and learn about Jake, what he liked and what drove him crazy. She pulled back slightly to meld their lips gently, starting the kiss out slowly to let the magic build. Their tongues met, danced, twining together. Norah’s knuckles glided over Jake’s stomach and she felt the muscles contract against the ticklish caress. She found the zipper to his jeans and lowered it. She broke the kiss and sank to her knees, working his pants over his hips. The mental image of the blonde giving him a blow job flashed through her mind and all she wanted to do was do a better job. She wanted to make sure Jake Coolidge didn’t forget her. Slowly, her hands slid inside the pants and under the elastic band of his underwear to grab the firm globes of his ass. She explored for a moment, tracing over the firm, smooth skin and even dipped into the crack to trace the seam until she skimmed his balls. Jake groaned and wiggled his hips a little impatiently. Norah only smiled. She pushed his clothing down, carefully freeing his long, thick cock. The blood-engorged member stood proud from a dusting of dark curls. It twitched as if knowing that it was being admired, bobbing slightly above a full sac. She wanted to suck it into her mouth but knew if she did that now, her little seduction would lose its memorable quality. So she continued teasing. Instead, she licked his balls and caressed them, feeling each individual weight. Jake moaned and buried his hands in her hair. Norah ran a finger over the tip of his cock, catching the moisture leaking from it and using it to coat the head. She rubbed it over and over, back and forth, as her mouth kissed the hot skin at the base of the shaft then moved up, taking her sweet time to enjoy it. The skin on the head was smooth but swollen as pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip. Norah sucked it into her mouth, using the flat top of her tongue to massage up and down. Jake made breathy little noises of need and they just about drove her crazy. Norah rubbed the bulging vein that disappeared under the mushroom head where she lapped up the drops of white fluid that dripped from the hole. She loved Jake’s salty essence on his tongue. He moaned and bucked his hip as if demanding attention. Norah slipped her mouth around the head, tracing each curve with her tongue, easing her mouth over then down, going slowly. Her right hand encircled the base while her left hand rested on Jake’s hip to control the thrusts. Norah began the blow job with short, shallow thrusts. Each time, however, she allowed Jake’s cock to go further, deeper, letting her throat muscles relax. In a short time she was deep throating him, making him moan and shake with pleasure. Little by little, Norah increased the tempo, speeding up, her right hand moving to Jake’s sac and squeezing it, playing with it, rolling the balls through the thin skin. Jake gave a heavy gasp, his hips twitching under the restraint he was holding on to. “God! Norah!” He grunted. “You’re amazing, sweetheart.” With obvious reluctance, he pulled back to plop out of her mouth. She looked up at him through her lashes, knowing her lips glistened with saliva. “I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he told her. “I want to be buried in your tight little pussy when I do.” The dirty words made her shiver with desire. He held his hand out to her and helped her stand in front of him, only then removing the rest of his clothes before stripping her bare. He kissed her again, reaching out to bring her body flush against his. She felt every inch of his strength, through the corded muscles on his arms and down his long legs. Her body was different, of course, soft to his hardness, and she tried to push from her mind that she wasn’t the perfect goddess he was used to. She was glad the room was dark. She didn’t think she’d be able to stand in front of him naked with lights on. He guided her backward, until the back of her knees hit the bed and she sat down, breaking the kiss. Then it was his time to go to his knees. He gently pushed her back until she lay down and he pulled her hips forward, giving him complete access between her thighs. She was already wet for him and she heard his appreciative growl just before he slipped one finger into her snug channel and latched on to her clit with his mouth. He began a tender assault on her senses as she gasped and arched her back. And when his finger found her G-spot the world burst into a kaleidoscope of colors. He wasted no time finding a condom and slipping it on. He flipped her over and raised her ass in the air to bury himself completely inside her. “Jesus, you’re tight,” he muttered, holding still inside her for a moment. “Please, Jake,” she begged. “Fuck me.” “Oh, sweetheart, I will,” he promised, kissing the back of her neck. “This sweet pussy is mine.” He withdrew until the tip of his cock was barely inside, and then he thrust forward sharply. She moaned and pushed back, wanting more. “Say it,” he ordered. “Say that this pussy is mine.” “Yes!” she cried. “All yours!”
Jake Coolidge is truly the playboy figure and thinks that fame is all that matters and women should be for fun. Of course if you had to deal with what he has to and try to overcome his fathers mistakes then you would probably think the same. Norah’s heart is set on becoming a screen writer and knows that Jake will be the perfect person to star in it, so when her cousin Jill who works with him gives him the screen to read over. Do you believe in love at first sight! Jake never has, until seeing Norah or is he still the same? This novel was definitely more of a struggle with love because of everyone knew how Jake was, so I really enjoyed seeing him struggle with Norah, of course he also knew Jill would probably kill him if he hurt her. Of course, Jake wasn’t the only one that got close to Norah and wanted to get to know her better, who do you think won her heart? The author did an amazing job with this novel especially with the fame, sexy scenes, sadness that needs healing.
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.
I’ve been pretty fortunate in life to experience some amazing things. I’ve lived in France, traveled throughout Europe, Australia and New Zealand. I am a mom to an amazing little boy. I live in Los Angeles, surrounded by friends and family. I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. Writing my bio is difficult because I never know what to say so I hope you like this one. My favorite color is red but I look best in black (it’s slimming). I hate people who don’t pick up their dog’s crap in public places, people who don’t use turn signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form. And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my ereader, whom I’ve named Ruby. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on Twitter: @BethDCarter or
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