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Every Single Part of You (MFM) ~ London Saint James @LSJRomance

 05 May 30th - EverySinglePartofYou

Title: Every Single Part of You Series
Cinder, Book 1 Unchained Chaos Tour

Genre(s): M/F/M Ménage, Contemporary Erotic Romance, Rockers
Published by: LSJ Romance
Cover Art: Kellie Dennis Book Cover by Design
Word Count: 80k
Heat Level: 5
Release Date: May 27, 2016
Please Note: This book contains mature themes,
explicit language and sexual scenes

Blurb:

Our choices are rarely cut and dry.

Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was just the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.

Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.

Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won’t save the day, and truth doesn’t always set you free. Then again… Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.

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Excerpt:

I lowered myself into the warmth and sparkling bubbles. “This feels great,” I said, relaxing muscles I hadn’t even realized were stiff.

Turning my head, I watched Eryk and Cross. Boots were kicked off. Socks removed. Jeans unbuttoned. There was no denying myself the pleasure of enjoying their hard bodies being revealed.

My gaze pinged between the two. Eryk exposed long, lean muscles like a swimmer as his shirt landed on the floor. Thicker muscles rippled down Cross’s body, but they both had the most mouthwatering set of abdominals and a sexy V-shaped cut to their…

Oh my. I gaped as they pushed their jeans and boxers down. They were both hard, their erections jutting out.

I blinked. Something silver glinted in the light. “You pierced your—” I clamped my mouth shut, staring.

“Dick,” Eryk said. “Yeah. I did.”

I winced, imagining the pain. “Why would you do that to your—”

“You can say it, Petal.”

I shook my head. Cross chuckled.

Eryk wrapped his fingers around his impressive girth. “Come on. Let me hear it. Don’t be shy.”

“Your—” I swallowed. Swiped my tongue over my lips. “Your dick,” I whispered.

“Scoot up,” Cross instructed.

When I did, he slipped into the tub behind me, pulling my body against delectably hard muscles, his manhood finding a home in the lower curve of my spine.

“May I see?” I asked Eryk, enthralled.

“You can see, touch, taste—whatever you want to do,” he said as he strode to the side of the tub. “I’m all yours.”

I untangled myself from Cross’s arms. Pushing up on my knees offered a better view of Eryk’s penis. I studied the wide head. Protruding vertically through the tip was a metal bar with two balls capping off each end.

I glanced up at him. “Didn’t that hurt?”

“Like hell.”

I tentatively reached out with a fingertip and paused.

“Go on.” He gripped himself again, angling the head to me in offering.

I touched the metal ball on top. “Why would you do such a thing?”

“When I’m pumping in and out of your sweet pussy, you’ll know why.”

A title wave of lust slammed into me as I pictured Eryk taking me. The muscles of his body working as he thrust into my snug channel, stretching me to my limits. I rubbed my lips together. What would cool steel and hot flesh feel like inside of me?

“You good?” Eryk asked interrupting my dirty thoughts. “Or do you need to study my Apa a little more?”

“Apa?”

“This type of piercing is an Apadravya, or Apa for short.”

Cross snaked his arm around my waist once more. “Let Eryk join us.”

“Sorry,” I said, staring again at Eryk’s piercing. “I didn’t mean to be so flabbergasted.”

Cross slid me between his bent legs—his knees popping out of the water on either side of me.

“No need to apologize,” Eryk said, getting in the tub, facing Cross and I.

“I’m sure you’ve figured out I don’t have much experience with, well—things.” I hesitated a moment then blurted out only a partial thought. “I’ve lived in a fishbowl—”

Eryk’s brows pulled together. “Fishbowl?”

“You know, contained, while at the same time transparent—where everything I do and say is scrutinized by my father and his staff, as well as the media.”

“Ah,” Eryk muttered. “Gotcha.”

“We understand being in the spotlight of the media,” Cross said. “We deal with it, too.”

Mm, but imagine not being free to be yourself while in that spotlight.” I paused a moment, trying to find the right way to explain. “The crazy thing is,” I said, “even with all the press

butting into my life, it has also been a sheltered one. Until you guys, I’d only been with one man, one time. And he didn’t even come close to making me feel what you have.”

“The guy who asked you to marry him?” Eryk asked.

I nodded. “Pierce.”

Eryk scowled. “This Pierce dude took your virginity, but didn’t make you come.”

Guilt niggled its way back into my system. I needed to tell Pierce I wasn’t going to be his wife.

“I didn’t know what I was doing,” I said. “And he wasn’t interested in taking things slow enough to teach me.”

“Angel,” Cross’s hands traced along the bell of my hips, “any guy who doesn’t want to touch every part of this slamming hot body and watch you get off is a complete douchebag loser.”

“Got that fuckin’ right,” Eryk said. “Give me your foot, beautiful girl.”

I lifted my foot out of the water, suds slipping down the front of my leg. Eryk took hold, and kissed my big toe.

I giggled, until he started massaging.

Oh,” I moaned, head falling back onto Cross’s chest as Eryk worked his thumbs into the ball of my foot.

“That’s it.” Cross’s hands slicked up my ribcage, then over my breasts, narrowing everything in my world down to their attentive hands. “Just relax and enjoy. We’ll take good care of you.”

Eryk’s strong fingers wrapped around my ankle bone, manacling me as he lifted my foot to his mouth and kissed each pearlescent-painted toe. Then, he sucked on my pinky, twirling his sinful tongue around the digit, sucking on the tip.

Wow. The man was good with his mouth and his hands.

His lips slipped over the entire toe as he sucked with a slow, easy rhythm, keeping that steel-gray gaze of his on me. Fire streaked up from my foot and burned between my legs. “Eryk,” I panted.

Cross’s palms slicked down my torso, finger inching over my mound and finally gliding between my feminine folds. I thought I would lose my mind at the pleasure assaulting me.

A needy sound escaped my tremulous lips.

I was of two minds. I wanted to just lie there, enjoy, and ultimately find release, but I also wanted to make them feel good.

I grabbed Cross’s wrist, stilling his fingers. “Wait.”

“Why?” he asked, his breath tickling my ear.

Eryk stopped what he was doing, his gaze pinned on me.

Boldness, Sara. “I want to make you guys feel as good as you make me feel.”

Eryk glanced over my shoulder. I knew he and Cross were doing their silent form of communication, something I’d witnessed before.

“What do you have in mind, Angel?”

“I want to—” My lower lip weaseled its way between my teeth.

“To?” he pressed.

Blurt it out before you lose your nerve. “I want to make you both climax.”

“Come,” Cross said into my ear, making my nipples pull tighter. “You want to make us come.”

“Yes.”

“How?” Eryk asked.

I licked my lips, and then went for it. “With my mouth.”

A smile formed on his face, but it was Cross who said, “You want to suck our cocks.”

He didn’t speak his words as a question, but I nodded anyway.

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About London

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

A complete list of London’s books can be found on her website http://www.londonsaintjames.com. You can also e-mail London with any questions or comments at London@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers.

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Dark Tale Diaries: Volume 3 (MFM) ~ London Saint James @LSJRomance

11 Nov 2nd - DarkTalesDiaries

Blurb:

Dark Tales Diaries, 3

For thirteen years, Tristan Blackthorn has searched for his lost love, Keira. Has the time for their reunion finally come?

When the ball-busting Patrice Wyngate figures out she’s not happy, she does what she does best—takes control. Yet hearing, “Dance for me” completely changes her life, and nothing will be the same again.

For Zoe Harper, there would be no more dieting. The plain truth of the matter was, her no-good cheating boyfriend could kiss her size fourteen ass. Because quite simply, she found a man who was happy to show her Big Girls Do It Better.

Hadley Cooper, Eric Williams, and Jude Jamison had been best friends forever. Yet, at some point, their time living together would end, each of them finding “the one.” Only, Eric and Jude had other thoughts. They intended to make Hadley understand—Three’s Not a Crowd.

Be warned:  menage sex (MFM), BDSM, floggers, spanking

Excerpt:

“Take off the dress.”

I swallowed hard, reached for the side zip, and pulled the tab down. Next, I slipped my right arm free of the ruffle over my shoulder, allowing the soft material to fall, and stepped out of the dress. Heat infused my cheeks, because standing in front of a man and removing my clothes seemed bolder than I really was. Nonetheless, I walked in nothing but my panties and high heels over to where most of Damon’s clothing was, putting my dress there, too.

“Goddamn.” The way he said this sounded less a curse and more of awed praise for me. “Leave the panties and the heels on.”

“All right.”

When I turned around, Damon held out a hand for me. I noticed he was sporting an impressive bulge beneath his suit pants, which made me smile.

I walked to him and took hold of his outstretched hand.

“Give me your other hand, too.” I did, and he cuffed my wrists together. The inside of the cuffs were lined with what felt like wool-soft against my skin. “I’m going to attach these to that chain,” he said, briefly glancing up overhead. Without wasting another moment, Damon checked the cuffs by running his fingertip along the top and bottom of them where the leather edge met skin, before he did what he’d said, securing my arms up over my head. I wasn’t sure what he did behind me, I couldn’t really see, but the chain attached to the cuffs rose, stretching my arms, and lifted me until my body was taut. However, my feet were still on the ground. “Good?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

Warm hands slid down my extended arms, shoulders, and followed the contour of my spine in a sensual glide that had me going instantly wet.

Damon walked around me, keeping his hands on my skin. In fact, he caressed me everywhere, from my ankles and calves, to my thighs, hips, and belly. I whimpered when he used his thumbs to swipe over my nipples and I closed my eyes as he worshiped my body with his touch.

Adored. This is what it felt like to finally be adored by a man.

“Perfection,” he said near my ear, squeezing my ass. He pressed his bare chest into my bare back, fitting his hard package into my backside where his hands had been a moment earlier. “Spread those sexy legs apart for me a little bit.” After I complied, Damon’s strong arm came around my waist-hand resting on my lower belly, fingers splayed. “Tilt your head to the right.”

As soon as I tipped my head to the side, his mouth nuzzled into my neck, follow by his tongue licking a path up to my ear. Heat curled low in my belly. When he took my fleshy lobe and sucked, his fingers dipped past the waistband of my tiny panties, slipped over my waxed-bare mound, and burrowed between my lower lips.

Bull’s-eye.

“Ooh…,” I moaned when a long finger dipped into my tight opening.

“So nice and wet,” he murmured. He brought his slick digit up, and circled my clit. “Let go, angel. Surrender and just feel.”

With one of his big hands palming my left breast, fingers playing with my erect nipple, the other hand down the front of my panties toying with my clit, and the front of his hard body pressed against my back, I had no problem giving myself over to his sexpertise, completely.

My hips moved, ass bumping against his crotch. My body shivered and shook. Need coiled around me and my sex pulsed.

“Oh God.” That fast he was going to make me come and come hard.

“That’s it,” he said, voice low and guttural. “Come for me.”

I detonated. Starbursts went off behind my closed eyelids. I moaned, and my arms pulled at my restraints, fingers curling into my palms.

I’m not sure how long I floated in the aftershocks of bliss, but I came to my senses when his hands slipped free of me and I felt him move.

Turning my head, I saw him grab a flogger from the wall and come back. Two seconds later, he yanked my panties down. They hit my feet.

“Press your sweet ass out for me.”

A moment after that, Damon swung the flogger in quick circular motions, tapping my bare ass, then down to the backs of my thighs, moving up to my ass once again. Little whips of sensation added to the orgasm I just had, and started building toward something I’d never felt before but always suspected I wanted-a bite of pain. Though, what he was doing wasn’t pain. Not yet.

The supple leather tails of the flogger rained down on my shoulder blades and upper back. I squirmed. He worked me, over and over, gradually increasing the power behind the blows. But when the tails smacked against my butt once more, this time, I felt it. The glorious sting. I moaned, and pressed my bottom toward him in a needy offering for more.

I heard him speak four simple words.

“Dance for me, angel.”

I danced-twisting and writhing, going up on my tiptoes, arms stretched above my head as he worked my flesh over.

This is what I’d been missing. What I needed. I fell into this type of zoned-out space-my body no longer tethered. I floated.

When I heard something drop, I came back to the grind of a zipper and the sounds of my own breaths.

Damon latched onto my hips-fingers biting deliciously into my flesh, and entered my sopping wet sex from behind in one, powerful thrust, filling and stretching me completely.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

I felt his teeth bite into my upper arm. “Aah, yes!”

I came-pussy convulsing around his hard cock.

He took me without mercy, lifting me up off my feet, and fucking himself with my body. I was his, unable to do anything but enjoy the ride he was giving me. And it was a ride. Long, hard, and unyielding.

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Author Bio:

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

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More London Saint James:

London Saint James is an award-winning, bestselling author. She lives in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them. You can find out more about London and her work on her Website, her Blog, or follow her on Twitter.

Would you like to know more? Join her mailing list for her Monthly Newsletter. Or, join her book group on Facebook, Slip Between the Pages with London


Rise of the Lost Prince, Lost Boys (M/F) ~ London Saint James

02 Feb 9th - riseofthelostprince1m

Blurb:

They fight to protect those who would never welcome them into the human world… 

Petúr always knew he and his brothers-in-arms were different. Something more. Something not human. Yet, he never expected to find out the truth of their origins, nor fall for a human woman whose father was set to destroy Neverland.

Ever since she was a child, Wyndi dreamed of an angel with eyes of the purest gold, although she never really believed such a man existed until she met the hauntingly beautiful Petúr of the lost boys.

With a prophecy to fulfill, a woman to protect, a portal to find, and evil darklings out for blood, will Petúr be strong enough to rise up and claim what’s rightfully his, or lose everything to a long-time nemesis, Grapple the Dark?

Be warned:  voyeurism, violence

Excerpt:

“Where are we going?” Wyndi asked.

“My room.” Five rapid heartbeats later, they were inside his bedroom with Petúr kicking the door closed behind them. “I need to know something,” he said in his honey tones.

Wyndi glanced up at him from under her lashes, and shivered. He was staring at her with eyes glinting gold. The braid he wore in his hair dangled down the right side of his cheek, tickling her.

“What do you want to know?”

“This.”

Petúr bent his head, slanted his mouth over hers, tongue tasting the line of her lips until she parted them on an intake of breath. When their flesh met, she closed her eyes. Fireworks exploded inside her head, the luminous sparks floating, then falling, falling, and transitioning into a force crashing down over her—a title wave of longing. She moaned, tasting the summer sky, morning dew, the sweetness of rainbows, sultry nights, and rain storms.

Mind whirling, her body shifting, she was lying on her back, fingers tangled into the nape of Petúr’s satiny hair, the other hand pressed against the steely strength of his shirt-covered chest. Every part of her became aware of him on some sort of molecular level. Yet nothing could have prepared her for what she experienced when he tucked himself between her thighs and groaned. Heat slammed into her core. Her stomach quivered. Her panties dampened. An inferno. Yes, surely it must be an inferno which lapped at her skin while their tongues tangled into infinity.

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Petúr was lost in an ocean of sensation, wave after wave, pulling him under. The connection to this woman beneath him was undeniable. Everything about Wyndi filled him up until there was nothing but her. Her taste. Her touch. Her scent. His chest expanded.

Damn, her scent. She tasted better than the cotton candy fragrance that wafted from her skin. Skin. Oh, yes, skin. That’s what he needed, to feel her soft skin against his.

“Wyndi.” He breathed, saddened to break the kiss, reaching over his shoulder, yanking the material of his shirt, lifting up with the other hand, and pulling the garment from over his head. “I must feel your flesh against mine.”

Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. Was she nervous? Well, he’d be the balm to soothe those nerves. He focused on her mouth. Those delicious lips were kiss swollen and moist, making his cock strain even more against the constraint of his pants.

“Okay,” she said in a small, breathy voice, the lids covering her blue eyes at half-mast.

He reached for the hem of the too big nightshirt covering the body he had to see, lifting until he revealed her little white panties and lacy bra covered breasts. Blood raced through his veins. He wanted to do everything with her. To her. Touch all over. Taste every inch of her. Put his fingers and cock into the tight, warm sheath he knew was awaiting him.

Take her. Hell yeah. Those two words became a chant within his mind. He wanted to take his woman in every position he could imagine and then some. His woman? Yes. Yes she was his, or would be. Slow your roll. You don’t want to scare her. He had to maintain. He couldn’t go at her like some out of control beast.

Leaning down, he kissed between the creamy mounds of her cleavage, skimmed his cheek across the apex of her right breast, watching goose bumps scatter across her flesh in a wanton invitation. Unable to stop himself from licking her, he lapped at her in one, long, lingering stroke, from the top edge of the bra, up her collarbone, only stopping because the material he’d lifted hindered his progress being bunched around her neck.

“Oh, hell,” he muttered. “You taste so good.”

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Buy Links:

Evernight  ~  Bookstrand  ~  Amazon (US)  ~  Amazon (UK)  ~  All Romance

Author Bio:

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

Author Links:

Website  ~  Blog  ~  Twitter  ~  Facebook  ~  TSU  ~  Google+  ~  Goodreads

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You can also e-mail London with any questions or comments at London@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers.

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