Passionate Squee

A Passionate Squee: Louisa Bacio #Menage #Shifter #Romance
A Passionate Squee: Trevann Rogers #Hot #Paranormal #Romance
A Passionate Squee: Mary Quast #EroticRomance #Prizes

A Passionate Squee: Louisa Bacio #Menage #Shifter #Romance

Our first menage of A Passionate Squee. Yay! This M /F/M romance includes a fiercely independent woman, a country playboy wolf shifter, and the future leader of the New Orleans city pack. Prophecy says they’re fated to unite. You know it’s never that easy.

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A Passionate Squee Excerpt from Luna Twins by Louisa Bacio from the Shifters & Spice multi-author boxed set:

The woman appeared to be so tough, and yet beneath it all, he knew she questioned a lot. He saw past the exterior of the purple hair and crazy black eyeliner. She was like a big dog in a little one’s body. All bark, but baby, he hoped she’d bite.

After pressing the button for the elevator, they waited for the ding of arrival.

She turned toward him. “Don’t be so harsh on him. I don’t know his story either, but he’s caught in all of this shit, too. He didn’t ask to be included in a strange prophecy, or mated to a woman who doesn’t want him. I’m sure he wants to live his life.”

“Like being with you would be such a hardship,” he mumbled. It’s all he wanted to do.

The moment they entered the elevator, he struck, pushing her up against the cold metal side and letting her feel the hardened length of his cock in his pants. “I couldn’t wait to get you alone.”

“Oh, yes.” She wrapped a leg around his calf, grinding her pelvis against him.

He wrapped a hand behind her head and crushed his mouth against hers. She tasted like no one he’d ever kissed before. She tasted like his future. Tucked into her hard outside shell, her lips were so soft.

She moaned against his mouth.

His tongue found hers. Shivers of sensation shot through his body, and his cock grew uncomfortably hard. He slipped a hand between their bodies, under her shirt and found the hard nub of a nipple.

Lightly, she nipped his lower lip.

He growled. “Hell yes.”

The chime of the doors opening broke their kiss, and she grabbed his hand, leading him to the room. “Come on. We gotta get our stuff, and something tells me he’s not waiting for us long down there.”

“If you were mine, I wouldn’t,” he said. “I mean, I won’t.” She stopped to open the door, and he pressed up against her, gliding his hands over her body.

“Something switched on in you,” she said. “Whatever it is, I like it.”

Hell if he’d lose her to some damn prophecy and a guy who looked like he couldn’t protect her. He wouldn’t know what to do with her if he got her. As the situation stood, things looked like he totally took advantage of “destiny” and obviously wouldn’t woo her.

The moment the door slammed behind them, she grabbed for the button of his jeans, popping it open and yanking down the zipper.

“Whoa, baby.”

“Don’t get shy now. I’ve been wanting to jump you for three weeks. Glad you got tired of playing hard to get.” She kissed his neck, sending shivers through his body.

“Some things are worth waiting for…” He lost his train of thought as she slipped her hand into his pants, and gripped his dick. His body tensed.

“No underwear. I like that in a fuck-buddy.”

He gritted his teeth. “Drop the act. I’m not being just your plaything.”

“Yeah. Yeah. We can talk more later. Play now.” Letting go, she kicked off her shoes, stripped off her jeans and underwear and pushed him onto the closest bed.

His bare butt bounced off the comforter, and his blood pounded in his ears.

She unceremoniously yanked off his pants until they pooled around his knees.

He leaned over, fiddling with them.

“Next time, we can do this all naked and proper. Right now, I want you in me.”

Her body burned against his as she straddled him. Who was he to argue?

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Shifters & Spice Boxed Set
If you dream of shifters, this set of 20 brand new shifter stories featuring USA Today and New York Times best-selling authors has you covered. Whether you like them large and in charge or sleek and sexy, you’ll find the right story to spice up your night in these pages.

Author Bio:

A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories to full-length novels.

Bacio shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast,” and a multitude pet craziness: Two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits, guinea pigs and hermit crabs. In her other life, she teaches college classes in English, journalism and popular culture.

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A Passionate Squee: Trevann Rogers #Hot #Paranormal #Romance

“Jewell…when you come I taste…” What? What does he taste. Sorry, you’ll have to read the excerpt to find out what his hotness Cheyenne tastes when his mojo works its magic on Jewell. Daddy always said nothing good happens after midnight, but Daddy was wrong.

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After Midnight – Prequel to House of the Rising Son in the Living After Midnight Series
Genre: Urban Fantasy

Improbable love. Impossible life. Immeasurable danger.


A Passionate Squee Excerpt from After Midnight by Trevann Rogers

“Sweet thang, you’re gonna make this poor boy come in his pants. He can’t handle you.” Cheyenne slipped his arm around Jewell’s waist and tugged her away from Kyle’s embrace. “But I can.”

She daintily wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingers, belying the anxiety she felt being caught with her teeth in the cookie jar. So to speak. “I was just, you know…” She looked back at Kyle as a young girl danced up to him. He was dazed, but he started to dance with her as she chatted away at him. He was going to be fine.

Cheyenne spun her around, moving with feline grace to the music’s hard backbeat. There was no anger, no disappointment. There was only mischief in his eyes. “Yes, I know. It’s all good.” He took her hand from her ear and kissed it.

“She’d been playing with her earring again. For the winter solstice, Cheyenne and Ria had pooled their money to buy her a pair of engraved gold earrings. One said “love”, the other, “trust”. They told her if she ever had a moment of doubt about how much they adored her, she would have the earrings to remind her to trust in their love. Any time she felt scared or nervous, she fingered her earrings like talismans.

Cheyenne embraced her. Her breasts pressed lightly against his chest. “He didn’t deserve you anyway. Why settle for regular when you could have high octane?” He rubbed his cheek against hers. “Go ahead. Take a sip.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You’re right, I don’t need to feed right now. And Ria is waiting…”

“Baby, it’s fine. Look around. Everyone’s dancing, doing their own thing. And I’m pretty sure you weren’t thinking about Ria a few minutes ago. Besides…” He gently pushed her foot with his, moving her legs apart. “I’m hungry, too.” He lifted the hem of her skirt, slowly bunching it in his fist.

He moved his hand under the fabric, caressing her bare legs. “Say yes.” He slid his finger along the small strip of cotton between her thighs. They swayed as other couples danced around them unaware.

The lust in his voice moved through her. Jewell kissed the side of his neck, the scent of his skin causing her teeth to descend. “Yes.”

He snaked a finger beneath the elastic band at the top of her inner thigh, and pushed slowly into her soft folds. Her legs buckled, but his hand at her back kept her upright and against him as he stroked her swelling clit with his fingertip. “Drink. You know you want to.”

Jewell licked down his neckline, and sank her teeth where it curved at his shoulder. She gulped his blood and trembled as his deft fingers strummed her body.

The music. The blood. His mojo. It didn’t take long.

Whimpering as she came, her orgasm ignited his Power and it exploded over her like stars from a fourth of July sparkler.

He moaned, “ Jewell…when you come I taste pink cotton candy. I want to fuck you right there on the dance floor, but this ain’t the place, and fast and dirty ain’t good enough.” “ He murmured into a kiss, “I’ll take my time with you later.”

Cheyenne held her until her orgasm subsided, and then slipped his wet fingers from between her legs. “C’mon. Let’s take this party home.”

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Author Bio:

Trevann Rogers writes urban fantasy and LGBT paranormal romances. Her books include HOUSE OF THE RISING SON and its prequel novella, AFTER MIDNIGHT. Trevann’s stories incorporate an unquenchable addiction to music and her love for vampires, Weres, incubi and rock stars. Like these elusive creatures, Trevann learned long ago that sometimes being yourself means Living After Midnight.

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A Passionate Squee: Mary Quast #EroticRomance #Prizes

Rachel knows what she wants. Dustin recognizes what she needs. With the help of Madame Eve and a silk scarf, they set the sheets on fire. Will a rekindled flame die in the morning or blaze even higher?

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A Passionate Squee Excerpt from Taming Rachel by Mary Quast

Being blindfolded accentuated her other senses. She heard ice cubes clink together and liquid pouring. Supporting her by the back of her head, he held a glass to her lips. The ice water cooled her throat as she drank. He wiped a drip from her chin, an adorable gesture. A soft slurping signaled he finished the drink. She couldn’t hold back a smile when the bed dipped with his weight and she heard the crinkle of a foil covered condom package. Her belly fluttered with anticipation.

He elevated her foot and kneaded sensual pressure points. Finishing with a nip on her toe, he moved his attention to her leg and removed her stocking. He picked up her other foot and repeated the process. Once free of her stockings, he gently massaged her legs and placed warm kisses as his touch traveled upwards. Deep growls and soft moans told her of his enjoyment at lavishing her with the attention. Heat radiated off his body, warming hers.

He stroked her swollen bud. She moved with a jolt and begged for more. A rumble in his throat conveyed his pleasure with her reaction.

He moved over her, placing soft kisses across her belly. Cupping each breast, he paid them equal respect with his mouth. His breath tickled her neck as he whispered her name before biting her collarbone. She pressed her breasts against his massive chest.

Holding his erection close to her wetness, he teased her with her own desire. He slid the length of his dick up and down without entering her. She didn’t want to masturbate with his cock; she wanted it inside her. Wrapping her legs around his waist and arching, she tried to force him inside.

He pulled back and lifted her legs on to his shoulders. Desperate to touch him, she pulled on her restraints. He massaged her legs, and she relaxed her arms. His touch slid across her thigh. She pushed against his hand.

“You are so fucking wet for me, babe.” He rubbed her clit with the head of his cock until she released a whimper.

“Please.” Needing to be filled, she opened wider.

Cupping her butt, he pushed into her. She gasped at the invasion. He held still until she accepted his girth. Moving in and out at a slow pace, he used her juices to lubricate his unyielding rod. He pulled out then, in one smooth stroke, he thrust in and remained deep inside her.

“You are tight. I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured next to her ear. “But this position lets me get deep inside you. When we’re like this, I feel like I’m touching your soul. So tell me…am I touching your soul?”

“Yes, you are definitely touching my soul, Sir.”

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Author Bio:

Romance Author and Artist Mary Quast lives in a log home affectionately named “Camp Run-A-Muk” located in the woods of Michigan with her husband, three sons, and a collection of animal family members. As a professional artist, Mary Quast answered the call to express herself creatively. With her descriptive writing style she has developed a knack for creating passionate characters and realistic settings. Quast is one of the original writers for the 1 Night Stand Series published by Decadent Publishing. When she’s not busy writing contemporary erotic romance novels, novelettes, and short stories, Mary Quast doles out sensual tips and yummy eye candy on her blog “Romantic Interludes”.

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