“Not please stop, please give me more.” #FlashbackFriday with #menage #romance #NSFW @evernightpub

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The Summer Heat
Sizzle , sizzle...
When lifelong friends Nate and Evan watch the arrival of a new neighbor, they never expect to find their friendship rocked by the lovely Annabel who moves into the empty house next door.
Annabel likes both Nate and Evan the moment she meets them. As they all grow close, will she be forced to choose between these gorgeous men?


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Evan kissed her gently. The softness of her lips felt so good, that a fleeting thought about her being Nate’s girl, despite what Nate had said, was forgotten. Evan couldn’t leave her mouth. He grasped a handful of her hair and deepened his kiss.

She opened her mouth to his tongue.

He drifted in a haze of lust. Her fragrance filled his head. His stomach clenched so hard a spear of sensation hardened his cock. Evan moaned softly. He delighted in the pressure of Annabel’s arms as they slid around his neck when she kept the kiss going. A soft whimper reached his ears.

Annabel moved her mouth from his to whisper, “Evan, please.”

He drew back. Let go of her.

Her arms fell away from his neck.

“Sorry. I know you’re with Nate. I…”

Annabel shook her head, a pleading expression on her face. “Not please stop, please give me more.” She pulled the shoulder straps of her dress down. Her naked breasts were displayed for him as the bodice ruffled to her waist.

Evan’s cock leaked at her words. His mouth just about watered at the sight of her peaked nipples. He brought his gaze back to her face. He saw the tip of her tongue run quickly over her top lip. He watched hypnotized as she stood.

She pressed against him in seconds.

Evan dragged her closer. He grabbed her ass and thrust his erection onto her. When her arms went around his neck and her tongue slid along his, he groaned with sheer sexual need. His cock grew so hard it ached. The sweetness of her mouth and her body molded to his were too delicious a temptation. He picked her up in a hug.

Her legs wrapped around his hips.

Evan felt her hot and wet through the rip in his jeans. He’d only pulled on his faded Levis after his shower. She’s not wearing panties. Fucking hell.

Her wet pussy contacted his upper thigh.

His breath left him.
“This is killing me. You have to know that. What about Nate?” His voice rasped huskily as he carried her to the wall and thrust against her. Even though he’d just asked that, he bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Mmm.” He licked along her breast after grazing his teeth against her nipple. He wanted an answer and looked into her eyes.

“I want you. I need you. Don’t think about Nate, he’s cool.” She reached between them and dragged the zipper of his jeans down.

Evan sighed into her neck. Maybe he talked with her the way he did with me yesterday … maybe this can all work out. He accepted what she said about Nate. He so desperately wanted her, loved her for sure the way he shuddered with need right then. He hoisted her higher as she pulled his leaking cock from his jeans, and in a move that surprised the hell out of him, leaned back on the wall and brought his cock so close to her pussy, it would only take him one thrust to be in. He moaned as he pushed into her.

She held his bare shoulders. Her fingers dug deliciously into them as he pumped his cock up into her slick pussy.

He closed his eyes and fucked her against the wall. His ass tightened as he took both their weight on his thighs. It added to the raw, sexual heat for him.

Annabel nuzzled against his shoulder.

Her pussy clenched, and she softly bit his neck. “So, so good.” She left trails of wetness along his shoulder as she kissed there and rocked her hips as she climaxed.

Evan’s orgasm burst through him. He jerked up into her uncontrollably. His thighs weakening, he leaned on the wall with one hand, so that Annabel held him more tightly around the shoulders in an effort not to slip. His long groan, torn from his throat as the ripples of orgasm flowed through him, echoed in the kitchen. Everything felt so great that he fucked her even when his orgasm finished until his knees threatened to buckle.

Her whisper sent shivers through his ear, and aftershocks of the orgasm throbbed through his cock.
“Kiss me. Let me down, but kiss me first.”

Evan brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her, soaking up the feel of her lips on his. He didn’t know if he could move to let her down. Every muscle in his body completely relaxed so that he thought they might slide to the floor in a crumpled heap. He smiled against her mouth after the kiss.

“Careful.” He couldn’t say more. He lifted her. His cock slid deliciously out of her. Even that gave him an orgasm aftershock, and his ass clenched.

She brought her legs from around his waist and stood.

Her dress fell around her knees with a soft rustle.
Copyright Elodie Parkes Evernight Publishing 



He wanted that girl so much. He couldn’t just leave. #FlashbackFriday #PNR #erotica @HotInkBooks

#FlashbackFriday from The Black Lion 
Erotic #PNR


When Melissa fleetingly meets Sascha in The Black Lion nightclub, she hopes he will approach her.
Sascha has secrets and it’s a long time since there was a woman in his life. He hesitates, even though he’s drawn to her until...
When she is threatened, he acts. When he is hungry, she hunts.
Unknown to both of them someone watches jealously.
Will this jealousy stop the budding romance between two people who both have something to hide?
An erotic, paranormal romance, full of surprises.



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Prologue

The leopard jumped the fence and padded around the perimeter of the compound. She merged with the night. An onlooker might say she was a black panther, until she leapt to a wide tree branch. The moonlight caught her silent, powerful form and her spots were visible on her sleek coat.
She stared down into the compound. Her eyes, silver-gray with a flash of emerald green, sought out the pool. She leapt down alongside it, taking care to give the alarmed fence a wide berth. She knew exactly how to breach the security in the zoo.

A beautiful golden and tawny spotted leopard joined her. Clearly friends, they butted their heads together. A soft, deep purr sounded between them. They ran happily around together, through the specially built environment, up and down trees, splashing in the pool, until they stopped and sat close to each other. The older leopard licked the face of the visiting cat. She got up and padded away into the sleeping cave. The black leopard rose and with a soft mew left the way she’d come.
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Chapter One

Gnawing hunger forced him from his sanctuary. He traveled swiftly over the rooftops and down the alley to the nightclub on the outskirts of the city. Human scents swamped him in the warm summer night. Perfumes, dirty hair and clothes, fragrant food, desire, all mixed with the overwhelming lure of blood. He drifted to the paved ground a little way from the red lacquered door of The Black Lion. His boots made a muffled thud as he landed. He adjusted his jacket, ran his hands through his thick, dark hair, and approached the closed door.

A few promotional posters for former guest bands curled on the dimpled wood. The door opened to his push. Sascha knew it would. When the club closed, bolts and a bar on the inside were used to lock the door. He walked down the short corridor toward the swirling darkness, the thump of base, the promise of a meal.

“Evening, Sascha. You’re early tonight.” Gary, the bouncer, grinned at him from the arched entrance to the nightclub dance floor.

Sascha glanced at the closed hatch of the entrance ticket booth behind Gary. The club only charged after midnight. He pasted his charming smile on his face.

“Yeah, it’s been a boring day, thought I’d start early tonight.” Sascha sauntered to the bar. There were few people around. It would get busy later. Friday night usually was. A large group of young women danced in a circle to the thumping music. A couple propped up the bar at the far end. A young man lounged against one of the pillars, watching the circle of swaying breasts and asses. Sascha inhaled the delicious aroma of the barman. “Gin and tonic, Jeff, thanks.”

He paid and turned around to lean against the counter. He never drank a drop of it.
Not for the first time, he berated himself for coming to the club. Sascha chose it initially because it was easy to fit in there with his mostly black outfits, ultra-pale skin, and when he occasionally lapsed and allowed his fangs to show, no one batted an eyelid. All kinds of sub-cultures gathered in the club. It was an interesting place and Sascha enjoyed being amongst the usually happy throng, out to enjoy the nights after work.

He could see easily in the semi-darkness. He’d come out too early. There was no way he could take a meal from the few people there with any safety. He never killed any more. Those days were gone. Sascha’s need for blood clawed at him. He’d left it too long between meals.
He tuned into the sounds of the city night. Mostly he turned that ability off. The din could be debilitating. The strident voice of a young woman seeking to be heard over the dance track cheered him.

“Sue, I’m going to the restroom … coming?”
Her friend answered. “Nah, I’ll get some drinks.”

Sascha saw them both step away from the dancing circle.
This was his chance to feed.

The restrooms were to the right of the dance floor down a corridor that also led to the manager’s office. The place was always darker than the dance floor. Couples sometimes edged in there to make out.

In a burst of speed that rendered him invisible, Sascha appeared in front of the young woman on her way to the restroom door. He blocked the corridor. Tall, muscled, spectacularly gorgeous, he never failed to stop a woman in her tracks when he loomed out of the darkness.
“Sorry, bit dark in here.” He grinned at the girl.

Her pulse throbbed in her neck. Her heartbeat sped up.

Sascha savored the scent of her blood and the sound of her reaction to him. She liked what she saw. He saw it in her eyes, scented it on her skin. He leaned toward her.

“You’re very pretty. What’s your name?” He stared into her eyes sending a powerful suggestion to relax. “You know me. I won’t hurt you.” His touch was gentle, sexy, reassuring, as he moved her hair from her neck, and held her head. Sascha kissed by the side of her mouth with a brush of his beautiful lips as his fangs lengthened. He nibbled down her neck. His other hand slid under her ass and he kneaded at the top of her thigh. He lifted her to mold against his hard body. The scent of her creaming pussy filled his head and he drank.

The rush hit Sascha hard and he reeled for a few seconds. Then he carefully placed the girl on her feet. He whispered sweet things in her ear and licked her wound. Sascha was practiced at leaving only the tiniest mark. His ancient saliva sealed and healed.

“Lovely girl, thank you. I’ve enjoyed meeting you. Goodnight.” He woke her from his spell as he drew away and pressed back against the wall for her to pass him. As she moved on, he exited the corridor, quietly, swiftly, in a blur of ink black. At the bar, he sighed in relief. The pain in his stomach eased. The edge of his hunger dulled, Sascha picked up his drink, walked past a table, and placed it there. He sat to watch the parade of people that began to throng the club.

Most of them wore the garb that signified their particular subculture. Sascha smiled at a few people he’d met in the club who strolled by and nodded at him. He inclined his head graciously. Lots of these people were what he, as an old vampire termed, ‘very ordinary.’ He had no problem with their appearance. Hell, he couldn’t care less what people wore, or even looked like, though he enjoyed beauty. He detested violence, spite, prejudice, and avoided people who showed those traits. In his lifetime, he’d seen enough of it. He wanted peace, gentleness, and in his darkest hours—love.
He’d not tuned out yet to the din of humanity, and just as he thought about doing that, he heard the heartbeat. Why it called to him out of all the others he could hear, he didn’t know, but it did. The swish of blood, the sudden onslaught of female pheromones put a tingle of desire up his spine. He looked around for the source, and there she was.

Sascha’s entire body clenched with sexual need. Longed for sensations coursed through his thighs, his balls, and his cock stirred deliciously. The young woman walking past him filled his head with pictures of kisses. Her scent infused him with yearning for soft skin under his fingertips, a woman’s cream on his lips, and his tongue against her clit. Sascha stood. He stepped into her path.
She gazed up at him and in that second he wanted her so badly, he thought he would fall down.
Sascha’s expression softened. He looked into her eyes and saw desire.

Her eyes were dark with it.
Her scent flooded over him.
She pulsed with sexual need that matched his.

Sascha felt the seconds fall away as they gazed at each other in the silent dance of communication between strangers who suddenly connect on that deep mysterious level.

She must have become embarrassed because she suddenly smiled in a self-deprecating way, her hand fluttering to her cheek, and down, to smooth the blue velvet dress she wore.

Sascha couldn’t let this meeting pass.
“Hi.” It was all he could muster. His voice throaty with emotion, he smiled sincerely at the young woman.

She smiled at him, quickly, and answered, “Hi,” but then she walked on, around him.

Sascha turned to watch her go. Is she with someone? Is she with a man? His thoughts churned.
She greeted two other young women who sat at a table on the far edge of the dance floor.
Sascha listened.

“Hi, Melissa, you’re late again. You can spring for drinks. We’ll have cherry vodkas.”
“I worked late. Okay.”
Melissa turned away and wove through the crowd to the bar.

Sascha got there before her. He stood close and soaked up her presence. He stared ahead through the strangely bronze tinted mirror behind the bar.

She looked at him in the mirror, her expression conveying interest, encouragement.

Fuck, I’m so out of practice. I have no idea how to do this. Sascha slumped in pain. He left the bar and the nightclub in a haze of regret.
The soft pad of his boots echoed back into his sensitive ears as he walked down the alley. He wanted that girl so much. He couldn’t just leave. He glanced around for observers and finding none, he leapt to the balcony of the nightclub. The club management opened the doors on summer nights such as this. People made their way up to the mezzanine floor above the dance area where they could watch the moving crowd below and talk. This generally happened around one in the morning when the club was full to the gills and pungent with bodies and drink.

This midnight a couple lay entwined in each other’s arms on one of the black faux-leather sofas and a solitary man chatted to the barista at the coffee counter there. Sascha entered from the balcony casually. He walked to lean against the smoked glass and black wrought iron safety barrier around the edge of the mezzanine. Eagle eyed, he sought out the girl whose heartbeat thumped through his chest like the deep base of a rock tune through a high volume speaker. There she was. Sascha sighed with satisfaction.
Copyright Elodie Parkes Hot Ink Press
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Return to The Club #erotic #romance weekend reads @evernightpub


Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment, they’re both running in opposite directions.
Gorgeous Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.
Lovely Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.
The trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?





When a fleeting encounter with a handsome stranger ignites Patti’s repressed loneliness she has to admit she longs for the love of a sensual Dom.
Luck is on her side when she goes out for the evening and meets delicious Cameron in The Club—but is he all that he appears to be?
Cameron’s overwhelming attraction to Patti is tested when she inexplicably fails to show up for a date. Just what is going on and will they ever get together?
A Dom for Patti
(spanking, love in the park, light bdsm)


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EIGHTY-ONE DAYS
by Zoë Mullins

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance


Eric didn’t know Luke would be heartbroken when he left town to join a hotshot forest fire crew in Western Canada. They’d been best friends since kindergarten, had gone to school together, had bought their first car and a home together, and had shared their lovers. At some point, friendship had turned to love.

Luke didn’t expect that when he’d brought his crazy cat in for stitches that his heart that would be mended by the sassy new veterinarian. Jenna may have been new in town but she’d heard the rumors and she liked the carnal fantasies he spun for her in bed of he and his best friend sharing her.

Of course, that was before Eric’s job brought him home and back into their lives.

Jenna isn’t sure she can be what they need, but she’s not going give up without a fight.

Even if that means inviting the sexy firefighter to share their bed. Surely there is enough love to go around.



Don’t be a stranger? Had that been Eric’s way, he wondered, of saying I miss you too? The situation had been totally fucked up, but it had worked. At least, right up until the moment he had met Jenna. He couldn’t do that to Jenna.

Instead he had told Eric about how Winchester had fallen asleep in her arms. How Jenna knew how to make homemade pasta but hated tomatoes. He had begun detailing all the little things that she did or said that were making him fall in love with her and that he knew could make Eric fall in love with her too.

He knew it wasn’t fair to any of them, but after seeing how well they had gotten on all summer, he couldn’t help but hope for something more. He wanted the fantasy.

“Hey. You totally just zoned out there.” Jenna squeezed his hand and he looked up. “We don’t have to stay for the movie.”

“No. I want to.” It had become a monthly ritual, to head to his parents’ for dinner and a movie. “I promised Mom we’d watch The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel with her.”

“I know you’re really doing that for me.” Jenna snuggled into his side and kissed his cheek.

“You’re right. I’ll probably sneak away with Dad to watch baseball.”

“Totally acceptable, so long as you bring me a Nespresso from your Mom’s ‘off-limits’ coffee maker.”

“It’s only off limits to my dad. She totally loves that you enjoy the Nespresso. We can get one for home, you know?” Luke knew she found the coffee he made too weak. She liked her coffee like sludge. It made him shudder.

She shook her head, smiling. “Nope. This way it’s special.”

He had just brought her a cup of Nespresso and was going to join his father in the rec room to watch the baseball game he’d recorded that afternoon when he heard the crunch of tires on the driveway.

“I got it,” he called to his mom so they didn’t have to stop their movie. He pulled open the front door to see Eric ascending the steps.

Luke stared.

Eric looked just as startled. After a moment he stumbled over his words, “Your mom. That is, I mean, she invited me for dessert.”

“Eric, come on in. I saved you a piece of apple pie.” Luke’s mother, Maggie, called from inside.






A prolific writer, even in elementary school, she was jotting down poems and stories whenever she had the chance - usually during math class.

After many years of working in corporate communications, Zoë decided in 2015 it was time to focus her energy on the kind of writing she loved – hot romances with strong, alpha heroes and quirky, independent heroines.

Zoë’s husband of nearly 20 years threw his full support behind that dream and loves to tell people his wife is a romance author. They live in Atlantic Canada with their two crazy collies. When not at her computer, you will find Zoë chasing after her muddy dogs, working in the garden or helping to renovate their money-pit of a house.