Blog Tour & Giveaway ~ Perdition House by Bonnie Edwards

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TITLE – Perdition House Part 1 An Erotic Saga
SERIES – Tales of Perdition
AUTHOR – Bonnie Edwards
GENRE – Paranormal Erotic Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – June 28, 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 91K words
COVER ARTIST – Eva Natsumi


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When Faye Grantham inherits Perdition House, her family’s secret shame, she expects to sell the property for millions and marry her long time fiancé.

But the spirits who still reside in the mansion have other ideas. Trapped in the bordello, the women who lived and worked there wait to tell their stories to Faye.

The “girls” don’t just hang around waiting. They control Faye’s libido, influence her decisions and drive her into the arms of two very different men.

Liam Watson wears comfort like most men wear cologne. With an interest in adventurous sex, he’s more man than he first seems.

Mark McLeod is a strong, decisive businessman who was not meant to be more than a hot one-night stand. But Mark is in no hurry to end their liaison, and hopes to continue Faye’s lessons in sensuality.

As Faye becomes enthralled with the mansion, she’s embroiled in a life-changing situation that has her re-examining her engagement, her business decisions, and her beliefs about herself.

As the spirits reveal themselves one by one, Faye learns their stories: how they came to Perdition House, why they joined the women there and some of the secrets that only a high-class bordello could hold.

But can decades-old secrets affect Faye’s life today?


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Perdition House Part 1…An Erotic Saga by Bonnie Edwards

Chapter 1

On a mission she’d been planning for two weeks and wanting for longer, Faye Grantham took a breath, smoothed her palm up her thigh to hike her dress and crossed the threshold into the darkly lit hotel bar.


Desperation was a harsh mistress and demanded sacrifice, and Faye was desperate. Propelled into the bar by a heat under her skin she could no longer deny, her craving exploded outward, from her skin, her hair, and the ends of her fingertips. She was on fire and it amazed her that no one in the hotel lobby had called 911.

Sex with a stranger. An I don’t want to know your name kind of stranger, that’s what she was here for, and that’s what she was determined to get.

She paused inside the entrance to glance around for a likely candidate. At first she was disappointed. A sparse crowd was sprinkled around the edges of the room. Light came from tabletop candles and subdued ceiling bulbs made to look like the night sky. For a bar called the Stargazer, it made sense.

Couples shared a quiet drink and men spoke into their cell phones while checking their laptops. A woman with shopping bags that sported expensive logos sipped a martini. Her mouth was set grimly, and she downed the drink fast, nodding for the next before the glass was set back on the table. An obviously bad day.

The only men of interest were a group of rowdy suits at a table left of the door. Four men in their early thirties, happy and celebrating.

Pay dirt.

Her inner heat cranked up to unbearable at the sight of all those delicious-looking men. She kept her gaze forward to hide her interest but had to ease out a breath. She half expected to see fire blaze from her mouth.

Need. She’d never felt such need.

Forcing her legs to take her past the men and toward the bar kept her focused.

An ego-boosting silence hit the table as she strolled by. A whiff of tantalizing male cologne swirled around her head as she moved past. It was a man-spice smell that went straight to every feminine scent receptacle in her head.
Her nostrils flared to catch every molecule.

If she turned her head to look at the men, she’d stop walking, and one last shred of pride wouldn’t let her. She would not stand there to be ogled openly.

Moisture pooled at the image in her mind of four men touching her with their eyes, skimming her arms, her breasts, her legs, taking inventory of all her secret places. All of them wanting to be with her, inside her hot, hot skin.
Suddenly awash in heat, she took a hard breath. Keep moving.

If she wasn’t careful, she’d end up with all of them at once. She’d be flat out, stripped naked on a bed, with four men making her melt, making her wet.

The back of a male hand brushed lovingly down the side of her naked breast. Pure fantasy, but the feeling was exquisite. She closed her eyes so she could enjoy the intensity. The hair on the back of his fingers would excite and entice as he pressed against the soft flesh. Her nipple would bead; the knuckles, large and knobby, would caress and inflame her areola. Another man would kiss her mouth, sucking at her lower lip before sliding his tongue deeply into her yearning, empty mouth. Oh, yes.

She could have two of them suckle her breasts, and one could pleasure her toes. The fourth, oh, the fourth would slide his broad fingers into her so she could ride out an explosive orgasm before he slid his massive cock into her. She squeezed her thighs together, barely able to walk the rest of the way. Melting in the heat of her own fantasy, she finally made it to a bar stool.

She’d never, ever entertained such hot fantasies before. Maybe it was turning thirty last month, or maybe it was finally being engaged after five years. Or, maybe, it was Colin’s talk of her needing a sex therapist.

Whatever was going on, she loved it. She was living a sexual implosion, and she needed to understand why. And fast.
Her bra felt like burlap and scratched against her raised nipples. Sparkles of desire raced from her breasts to her pussy, and she shivered with the yummy feel. In her mind, one of the men soothed the roughened nubs with an expert tongue. She imagined a wet mouth suckling at her as she tilted her head back to offer more. She shivered as the man’s lips trailed up her neck.

Suddenly remembering she was sitting alone on a bar stool waiting to be served, she pulled out of her fantasy and looked down the bar for the bartender. It wouldn’t do to start moaning in the throes of an imagined orgasm.

She’d be hauled out of her seat and sent to a rubber room.

Maybe that’s where she belonged. But before that happened, she was going to get laid. Her nameless lover would be one of those great-smelling men at the table behind her.

One of them would surely read the signs of her arousal. One of them would tap into it, want to exploit it. One of them would want it bad.

And bad was what she needed.

This craving had built for months. At first it had manifested as an unsettled feeling when Great Auntie Mae Grantham had passed away. She’d felt guilty for not going to see her more often.

Then–oh, so slowly–the unsettled feeling grew into an itch she couldn’t scratch. She and Colin had had more sex, but she’d been even less satisfied than usual. All the while the craving grew until it tore and clawed at her, bringing sexual frustration to a pinnacle. She couldn’t fight it any longer.

A sexual implosion was the only name she could give the wild craving. It filled most of her waking moments and all of her sleeping ones. Sexual need crawled under her skin, oozed out her pores, scented her breath and made her carry fresh panties everywhere she went.

Everything she’d done, everything she’d tried had brought her to this moment, to these men. These strangers.
If she didn’t succeed in this mission tonight, her marriage was doomed before it began.

She kept her back to the tableful of men so they could sort it out amongst themselves. In a few minutes, when they saw she was alone, one of them would stroll over, lean against her forearm where it rested on the bar. He’d burn with the fire on her skin. He’d order a drink, see if she shifted away.

When she stayed put, he’d look at her and smile. She’d cross her arms under her breasts and, without flinching, give him an eyeful. She’d chosen this bra for maximum uplift. The top of her areolae peeked over the edges of the lace cups, the rosy flesh obvious from above.

The dress she wore had practically chosen her instead of the other way around. She’d found it in her backroom inventory in a stack of men’s fedoras, folded like a scarf.

Odd that she’d even thought to look there. She shouldn’t have looked for a dress in a pile of hats. When she’d pulled it out and held it against her body, it screamed come fuck me, and she knew it was the one to wear.

She’d checked the tag and found it had been worn by a B actress in a 1957 sex-kitten flick. Not much cachet in the vintage clothing business, but a whole lot of “hot” in the seduce-a-stranger realm.

She smiled and felt her sexual aura shimmer again as she tilted her hips just so toward the men and placed her beaded clutch on the bar top.

Beaming a smile at the bartender, she leaned toward him, her nipples grazing the round, leather, rolled edge of the bar top. Enjoying the pressure, she swished her nipples back and forth to ease herself.

Big mistake. At the faint abrasion, moisture pooled again and slid down her channel to wet her G-string. She crossed and uncrossed her legs to appease her inner ache.

Her focus turned inward at the first sensation of moisture between her legs. The bartender had been wiping up a spill a few feet over but let the cloth he used dangle from his hand as she settled into her seat. Idly she wondered if he could see sparks in her eyes.

She tilted her head, gave her hair a fluff and then raised her arms so her breasts jiggled just for him. He woke from wherever his thoughts had taken him and came over to her. Young, handsome, and randy, he leaned across the bar and took a good look at her cleavage.

“Aren’t you breaking some bartender’s code by staring at my breasts?” But she squeezed them together again to ensure his interest.

He grinned and looked into her eyes. “What can I give you tonight?”

“I don’t know. What do you have that’s juicy and wet? I’m a thirsty girl.”

His eyes flared, and he folded his arms on the bar. Strong forearms, with a sprinkling of hair showing out of the sleeves of his brilliant white shirt.

“You must work out. Your upper arms bulge with muscles. You look very strong.” She trailed a fingernail across the back of his hand, down to the tip of his middle finger.

One of the suits moved in beside her before the bartender could answer. “I’ll have a whiskey and soda. And for the lady?”

He followed the script, and with a look that scorched peered down her scoop-necked bodice. Faye gave him a slow, welcoming smile and crossed her legs again. “I like your cologne. I smelled it when I walked by.”

He caught the movement of her legs and grinned. “I’m glad you like it.” He reversed her seductive movement and traced a fingertip from the pink-painted nail of her index finger across her knuckle and along the vein in her hand to her wrist.

Fire raced along every nerve he danced against. Touch me, touch me. Oh, touch me.

When he stopped the delicate caress, she thought she’d beg for more. She bit her lower lip, wetting it, plumping it, preparing it. He watched her mouth with deep focus.

Their bodies turned toward each other, their heads dipped even closer.

A strong jaw, even teeth, and intelligent eyes made up her first impression. His control of the situation was apparent when he looked at the younger man and cocked an eyebrow. Quick as that, the bartender bowed out of the equation.

Faye had found her man.

Aside from the sexy cologne, he smelled of success and power, and she blinked up at him as if surprised he’d be so bold. His forearm burned along the length of hers on the bar, right on cue.

She swiveled her ass toward the other three men the man had left behind. An appreciative hiss came from one of them.
She imagined the man beside her skimming his hand down her back to cup a cheek and squeeze. She had to blink to dislodge the image.

His eyes were hazel and hot, his hair neatly trimmed, and his hands were the hands of a businessman. Clean, neat nails. She’d already learned his gentle strength when he’d traced her finger and hand.

His lips were hard, though–exactly the way she liked them. She saw them bearing down on her own, demanding she yield her mouth to his. The strength of her fantasies unnerved her. As if they’d come from somewhere outside her own psyche.

Each fantasy was more powerful than the one before until she wondered if she was projecting them onto her forehead for the world to see.

She’d never been so imaginative. Never so hot, never so needy, never so alive.

“I haven’t decided what I want yet,” she said, finally remembering to reply to the stranger’s question. “I can be very picky.”

She cleared her fantasies away with great effort and took stock of him. What she saw fit her requirements: healthy looking, interested, no wedding band and keen intelligence. Yes, he’d do.

“I’m Faye Grantham,” she said, tossing away her anonymous-sex fantasy. Giving her real name came naturally, and she wasn’t an easy liar.

“As in, ‘grant’im his wish?” One side of his hard mouth kicked up.

“If you’d like.”

“I’d like.”

“Miss, can I get you something?” The bartender interjected all business now.

“Like I said, I’d like something wet, something juicy.” She arched her neck, trailed her fingertips down her throat. “Maybe an icy drink; I like the way they cool me when I’m hot.” Her fingers drew down farther along the line of her cleavage.

There was a long moment of silence from the two men as they watched her fingers trail between her breasts. Her nipples stood out prouder, the areolae hard.

“Do you have something that will cool me off? Something juicy and wet?” She emphasized the t sound, drawing it out only to clip it off at the end.

The gulp the young bartender gave was audible. “A Bellini. You’ll like it, I promise.”

The man at her side–older, and more experienced than the bartender–narrowed his gaze. Then he slid his hand to her back to a spot above the low material of her dress. Her flesh tingled where he touched.

His fingertip drew slow, hypnotic circles on her naked flesh. Her spine straightened in response, lifting her breasts higher. If he didn’t do more than skim a finger along her skin soon, she’d shimmy right out of this bodice.

She looked into his eyes and saw the promise of a sure thing.

He was hers for as long as she wanted to play.

“I don’t need that drink after all,” she said. “I think I see what I need right here.”

She slid off the stool, making certain to brush the length of his body. Her pebbled breasts skimmed his chest, her knee bent as it caressed the side of his leg. More juices flowed at the thought of sex with this man with the hot eyes and hard mouth. She licked her lower lip in anticipation.

“You have a room?” she asked him on a husky note, surprised at the deep timbre.

He nodded and turned his head to the bartender. She liked the sharp angles of his profile, took a complete inventory and burned again.

“Champagne. Suite twenty fourteen,” he ordered from the gaping young man on the other side of the bar.

She slid her eyes to the younger man. “Make it the best you’ve got.”

She turned, took her clutch from the bar top and headed toward the exit that would take them through the lobby and up to his suite. She swayed her hips seductively, straightened her shoulders and knew the heat of his stare through the silk of her dress.

“My card,” he offered. He took her elbow in a firm grip to guide her through the tables. She took the card, glanced at his name in spite of not wanting to know it. Mark McLeod.

It was a good name. She didn’t recognize the company logo, but it didn’t matter; they’d never be in touch again. She slid the card into the outside pocket of her clutch next to the very convenient letter from Watson, Watson and Sloane.

She looked up at his profile once more. Strong chin, bold nose, hard lips, and great shoulders. She warmed through and through at the idea of skimming his collarbone with her mouth, allowing her teeth to leave small marks of possession along the path.

He did not look back at the table of companions he’d left behind. No, his focus was on Faye and Faye alone.
She knew he’d keep it there. How refreshing.

They strode across the lobby together, his fingers firm on her arm. Her breath quickened with each step, her breasts bounced, each movement a secret abrasion on her sensitized nipples. Her knees quaked at the knowledge of what she was about to do. Sex with a stranger in an airport hotel room.

Coolheaded logic flushed through her body, washing away the rapacious desire that had brought her here.

The inherent danger in her plan finally rattled her. Faye glanced at Mark out of the corner of her eye as they walked together. He looked like a decent man, a kind man. A normal man. A hot and ready man she’d deliberately enticed. She couldn’t go back on her offer now.

Her body wouldn’t let her, she realized, as the warmth in her loins spread upward again. She tried to tamp it back, but it was useless. This was a battle she’d lost many times in the last three months. Her body wanted what it wanted in spite of her attempts to hold herself in check.

She wanted to scream her need out loud, but she didn’t have to. Mark had picked up on her sexual craving, had responded and answered the call of woman to man. He knew what she wanted, and he would give it to her.

Once alone in the suite with Mark, anything could happen. Any sexually deviant behavior he favored could occur, and she’d be trapped in it with him. But wasn’t that part of the whole thing? The fantasy of being unable to put a stop to things, of being swept up into something forbidden, exciting and wild. Excitement mixed with a healthy dose of fear twitched and grew and made her pant.

Mark slid a finger over the elevator keypad and grinned into her eyes. “Okay?”

“I’m fine.” Fear mixed with anticipation was a heady blend–arousing and spicy.

“You’re more than fine, Faye. You’re a dream come true.” He let go of her arm and ran his hand down her back to cup her ass the way she’d envisioned earlier. Thrill trails followed his movements. “You’re perfect.”

“Really?” She bit her lip. She shouldn’t sound so ingenuous, so stupidly inexperienced. He’d be surprised enough by her behavior once they were alone.

The elevator doors opened, and they stepped inside the smoke-mirrored quiet. They turned as one to face the doors, bodies thrumming, heat rising, minds racing with images of what was to happen when the door closed, hiding them from public view. Mark frowned at a harried-looking bellman with a luggage cart.

The bellman nodded and stepped back. The last chance to change her mind disappeared as the doors slid shut, closing Faye in with this stranger. This Mark McLeod.

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This author takes your mind and totally blows it away with this novel, in a good way. When I first read the blurb for this novel I knew it was going to be hot and inticing but trust me that does it no justice at all. She takes you from a spin immediately starting at the beginning when the main character seeks out a stranger for a one night of your life type deal. And trust me these scenes were so in detail you know she had one of those nights. To me it immediately set the rest of the book up so the readers understood that you know this is a pure hot melt you away type of book and I loved every minute of it. The scenes she created where very in-depth and each had a meaning to the characters and of course to help Faye. It was so well written that you could almost place yourself in these places and let your imagination run wild. Of course, we can’t forget the lovely unique characters the author brought. The main characters such as Faye, Mark, etc., the author I think has more to be told because the story has not finished. However, each of the dead brothel ladies stories that they told spoke of a matter at heart and the reason they followed Belle. The author was able to mix in a paranormal world with a high erotica novel and make a masterpiece, because even though I have read paranormal erotic novels they have never involved a story line such as this. I do have to warn you get ready for some twists in this novel because it does pop up at you! I am looking forward to the second part of this saga and yes it is already out so don’t let this keep you away because you would be missing out on a great read here. I highly recommend this novel to anyone that loves paranormal erotica, especially if they are looking for a new and unique fresh style.

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Bonnie Edwards, a Toronto native, lives with her husband and pets on the rainy coast of British Columbia. She’s a mom, auntie, sister, friend, like all women. She believes life should be lived fully and with joy. That joy shows up in her earthy, often irreverent love stories. Bonnie uses long hikes in the woods and nearby seaside to bounce ideas off her husband and her dancing, prancing Standard poodle. (who almost always agrees with her)

She has written novels, novellas and short stories for Carina Press, Harlequin, Kensington Books and Robinson (UK).
Sometimes her stories have a paranormal twist, likes curses and ghosts, other times not. But they’re always entertaining and guarantee a happy ending.

She loves to hear from readers through her contact page at



When I first submitted my idea for this story, I sent my editor an email that asked: What would you think about a woman inheriting a haunted bordello, where the dead hookers visit her in dreams and tell their stories?

Four minutes later, she responded with: Great! Let’s make this a two book contract.

Gulp! I had no synopsis, no real handle on the characters…I’d just been playing what if?!

So, I did what any writer would do who wants a career. I jumped into Perdition House with both feet, both hands and all my heart. Once I got rolling on the dreams, things got carried away and I followed along with the hookers, basically writing down what they told me. At the end of about 85,000 words I realized none of them had had their happy endings. (Aside from safe haven with the madam and the other girls)

What’s a romance writer to do when there’s more story to tell? Start Part 2, of course. Which is what I did, right away.

Perdition House Part 2 answers questions raised in the first book…what happens to all these great heroines?

I never had a conscious plan to turn my idea into a saga…it’s just how these stories unfolded for me. So, they unfold for readers in the same way.

I know this is different. I know these books are long. I know I’d love to write more. I have unfinished business in that bordello…please do let me know if you agree.

Why the title change after the original books were titled Midnight Confessions?

I always wanted to call them Tales of Perdition House, but the same editor didn’t want the word perdition on the book. I told myself once she read it, she’d understand the title. I played with the word all through the books. When you read, you’ll see how. And, I have to say, that when readers asked about Midnight Confessions, they never EVER called it that.

They always wanted more stories set in Perdition House!

I hope you enjoy my Tales of Perdition saga and believe me, there are more tales to tell…





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Blog Tour & Giveaway~ Christmas Fantasy by Siren Allen

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TITLE – Christmas Fantasy
SERIES – Fantasy Diary Series
AUTHOR – Siren Allen
GENRE – Paranormal Romance
LENTH (Pages/# Words) – 263 pages/ 75,000 words


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One bite was all it took.

It’s that time of year again. Alyssa Blakely is busy writing in her fantasy diary, filling it with all her forbidden, sexual fantasies. The star: her very sexy boss, Devin Jordan. Too bad for her, he’s never given her a second glance.

Or so she thought…

After a steamy kiss under the mistletoe and a night of wild sex, Alyssa has the bite to prove just how wrong she was.

Devin Jordan has found his mate. The only problem: she’s human. He’s not. Can he prove to her that his inner beast can be both naughty and nice? Or will her fear of the unknown and a threat neither of them saw coming keep him from claiming her?

**This is the re-release of Christmas Fantasy! It includes new scenes, new characters and new love connections.**


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Devin took a deep, calming breath. Alyssa was off limits. Even if she were single and interested in him, he still couldn’t have her. It was too risky. She made him feel things he wasn’t used to. He didn’t know if he could handle touching her without hurting her.

Hurting Alyssa was something he would never do. He would just have to endure her presence. He would take pleasure in the shy smiles she cast his way every now and again. He would enjoy the laughs they shared while working late some evenings. He would maintain the professional relationship they had, even though he yearned for a taste of her.

Devin turned and placed his back against the window. He stared at the door that separated him from the woman he desired. A piece of metal and space was all that separated his body from hers. It would only take a couple of strides for him to reach the door.

One pull on the door knob and he could send it flying across the room. Then he would be face to face with the one woman in this world that made him wish he wasn’t a beast with a conscience. If he had no conscience, he would take her, now, against his desk, against her desk, against the wall, on every damn hard surface in this building.

He would make sure she enjoyed it. He would make sure he pleased her so thoroughly that she wouldn’t even think of leaving him, even when she found out that he was not the man he pretended to be. Devin sighed, but that would never happen. Because though he was a beast, he did indeed have a conscience

That conscience kept her safe from him… for now.

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This author seems to amaze me more with everything that I read from her. This was definitely no different, each of her stories have their own twists that she brings to the plot line that will draw the readers to want more. In this Christmas romance, it evolves around an everyday women who has fantasies mainly about her sexy alpha male boss. Each year Alyssa, and her sisters have a pact of fulfilling their one big fantasy but they have yet to fulfill. Will this year be different for one of them? Devin, has the looks and money, yet he does not yet have his women. When he goes after the one that he believes is everything he is looking for, his biggest secret may be what tears them apart. I read the original release (which I thought was great too) but this re-release and with the new scenes and characters had definitely took it a few steps higher.

This is a amazing paranormal read that I couldn’t put down. Even the secondary characters that are introduced in this story have brought entertainment to this amazing book and hopefully for more in the future. Enjoyable Christmas read, that you will enjoy at other times of the year. Siren Allen will definitely deliver to her readers an amazing story no matter the size of the book and I look forward to reading more by this author.  I would definitely recommend this book to anyone who enjoys paranormal erotic romances.

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Siren Allen is a writer and lover of all things erotic and romantic. She resides in southern Mississippi where she writes steamy romances that are guaranteed to make you blush. When she’s not listening to the characters in her head and jotting down their adventures, she’s busy working as a Clinical Laboratory Technician.
Her weekends are spent writing and having sleep-over’s for her wonderful nieces and nephews. She loves to travel, preferably with her husband, so he can do all of the driving. She enjoys time with her family, who are just as silly as she is. She doesn’t have any children…yet!
Her hobbies are reading, writing and shopping, though she hates trying on clothing. If she wasn’t a writer or a Laboratory Professional, she swears she would be a Secret Agent. But that’s the beauty of being a writer; you can create your own world and be whoever you want to be. In her imaginary world she is Queen and her siblings are her minions.


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30 Days of Summer Tour & Giveaway~ Starstruck by Paige Thomas

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Title: Starstruck
Series: The Jerico Series
Author: Paige Thomas
Word/Page count: 325 pages
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The faceless woman who haunts rock legend Jesse Maurello’s dreams is just a myth, a steamy byproduct of his vivid imagination and too many days on the road. Yet something about the green-eyed vision he meets on the plane to New York calls to him, in more ways than one. He will have her beneath him—or on top of him—tonight.

Career-driven graphic artist Samantha Raven has many talents, her psychic abilities among them. But nothing could’ve prepared her for the talents of a sexy rock god who seduces her into his bed—or the obsessed fan who threatens her life. Her sizzling night of passion with the infamous Jerico front man is purely chance…or is it? Betrayal and danger follow their wild ride of orgasmic exploration.

Seems fate had a plan neither Jesse nor Sam saw coming.

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave



Sam stared out the window, lost in thought. The comfortable bubble she’d been in since dinner had burst with the slam of the limousine door. Her nerves had reawakened, ricocheting inside her belly like a rogue bullet. What kind of hotel were they staying in and how expensive was the place going to be? If dinner was anything to go by…
I’m screwed. Shit! Abort! Abort!
Sam wasn’t a huge fan of Jerico, but she did like them and was familiar with a lot of their songs. She wasn’t fanatical like Charli, of course, but she had seen them in concert in ’97 and enjoyed herself immensely.
Jesse was a natural front man and the chemistry he shared with the boys in his band was like a New Year’s Eve fireworks display. He seduced the audience with ease. Any girl in the stadium would have gladly chewed off her own foot just to get close enough to touch him. All he had to do was smile, pop his hip or wiggle his cute butt at the crowd and women went wild, some even fainted. So did some of the men.
He shuffled the last inch closer to her, closing the small gap between them, picked up her hand and placed it in his, resting them both on his leg. Sam’s heart skipped a beat…or two…but she didn’t attempt to move away. As nervous as she was, she liked his touch on her skin. Tomorrow she would go back to work and this wonderful dream would end.
Past the darkness of the interior, with only the streetlights flashing through the window, the snow swirled random patterns in the wind before falling to the ground. A feather-light caress along her jawline made her body shiver and her breath quicken. She slowly turned her head and his fingers warmed her cheek. He tilted her chin with his thumb and leaned closer to her mouth. His lips lingered in front of hers as he pushed his chest against her shoulder. His breath whispered over her lips, sent chills up her spine and back down again.
He held her that way for a moment, staring into her eyes. Perhaps he was waiting to see if she would pull away. She didn’t and he gently brushed his lips over hers, once, then twice, before gliding his tongue along the seam of her mouth, urging her to part and let him in.
Her head spun like a Ferris wheel on speed. Her pulse thumped in every part of her body, drowning out the traffic from the street. She let loose a small moan when he tipped her chin up and slanted his head for a deeper kiss. His hand ran through her hair to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer still. She didn’t resist him. She couldn’t. She swam in his kiss and thought of nothing but his lips.
He was tender but insistent and she willingly let him ravage her mouth. Their tongues danced as if they’d tangoed before. They were naturally in tune, meeting and withdrawing in perfect harmony.
Finally he pulled away from her, his breathing heavy, eyes glazed. He slowly leaned back and released a long sigh. “I’m sorry, darlin’. I’ve wanted to do that all night.”
“Sorry? Don’t be,” she whispered, still buzzing from his kiss. “I get pashed by rock stars all the time. No biggie.” She ran a trembling hand through her hair.
Jesse laughed and it didn’t take long for her to join in.
“Pashed?” he asked. “I’ve never heard that word before.”
“Really? It’s how we Aussies describe what you just did to me.”
“Pashed,” he repeated, snorting when he laughed again.
Jesse clasped her hand and held it for the remainder of the drive. Wrapped in comfortable silence, Sam let her head drift down and rest on his shoulder.



Paige has been an avid reader since before she can remember, her mother’s biggest complaint being that she could never stock the bookshelves fast enough. She enjoys romance, thriller and paranormal lines, but will read anything with an interesting character or intriguing plot.

Having escaped a career in I.T, Paige began to write and hasn’t looked back. She describes herself as “down-to-earth” with a touch of Aussie flavor to her sense of humor, and her writing style is reflective of her passions, often choosing to mix elements of different genres within her stories.

Paige is now a multi published author with Ellora’s Cave while living a quiet lifestyle on the central coast of New South Wales with her husband and son.






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