Author: Jana Aston
Published by Rutherford Press
Release Date October 10, 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
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Have you ever set out to have a one night stand with a sexy stranger?
No? I’m the only one?
Just kidding, I would never.
But then I figured, why not? My entire life I’ve been good and it’s gotten me nowhere.
I’m owed a little fun, aren’t I? A reward for being good.
Sure, a new pair of shoes would be more appropriate, but Mr. Sexy Stranger is more appealing. And when he speaks—in that British accent—it’s a done deal. Every American woman has a hot British guy fantasy. Well, most do. I haven't taken a poll or anything, but I’m pretty sure it’s a fact.
You know that saying about best-laid plans?
Good, because I don’t either, but I assume they go awry.
Like my one night stand...
Title: Sure Thing
Genre: Erotic Romantic Comedy
Author: Jana Aston
Release Date: October 10, 2017
“Are you going to do that thing again?” Her hands are in my hair, her fingertips massaging my scalp, and I’d like it very much if she never stopped touching me.
“Thing?” I switch tits with my tongue and slide a hand lower so I can caress the skin where her small waist gives way to the delicate curve of her hip. I’ll need to fuck her from behind before we’re through so I can place my hands on her hips while she’s kneeling before me, using the leverage to move her on and off of my cock while she—
“With your tongue,” she says, interrupting my fantasy.
“I’m doing a thing with my tongue right now,” I tell her and nip at her with my teeth in example.
“The other thing,” she ekes out as she arches against me again, her fingertips pressing firmer in direct response to my teeth.
“This thing?” I ask as I move my hand from her hip and slide two fingers directly through her center, parting her. She’s soaking and I’m grinning.
“Yup,” she says, the word popping from her lips in a gasp. “That thing.”
“Did you enjoy that thing, love?” I almost slip and call her Daisy. Why the bloody hell doesn’t she want me to call her Daisy? What woman doesn’t want to be called by her name during sex? It’s beyond peculiar and I shouldn’t give a toss, yet I find that I do.
But later. I’ll think about that later. Right now I’ll call her anything she damn well asks if it keeps her in my bed and under my tongue. Enveloping my cock with her wet pussy and screaming my name with her sweet mouth. Unlike her, I love hearing my name as she comes, her voice breathy and strained and filled with pleasure. Her American-accented pronunciations of ‘don’t stop’ and ‘right there’ not so different from what I’m used to, but so much sweeter-sounding coming from her.
“Yes.” She nods, her hair brushing across the pillow. “I did enjoy it. You should do it again. It probably won’t be as good as I remembered it, but it’s worth a shot.”
“Right then.” I shake my head and place a kiss on the underside of her breast. “I probably just got lucky the first time, didn’t I?”
“You might’ve,” she agrees. “I’ll keep my expectations tempered.”
“Off I go then.” I smirk as I reposition myself, kissing her navel on the way. “I’ll give it my best go.”