Se você gosta de calor, more no Arizona como Dee Dawning. Se você gosta de ler histórias sexy e ferventes, nascidas e criadas no calor do verão sufocante do Arizona, confira seus contos. Dee tem escrito histórias de romance picante e contos há sete anos, tendo acumulado mais de quarenta títulos. Dee e a sua adorável esposa residem atualmente em Cave Creek, onde ele escreve uma novela a cada três ou quatro meses, e um romance a cada oito meses.
Quando a paixão dos dois esquenta, surge um impasse: ele quer assumir a relação para todo mundo, mas ela tem medo da possível reação de seu irmão Danny, que confia muito em Zach. Será que Johanna, essa mulher tão decidida e independente, conseguirá não magoar seu cobiçado “senhor Delícia”? E será que Zach, para assumir o relacionamento, vai amolecer o coração do amigo Danny, que agora será papai?
Christina Hobbs e Lauren Billings, conhecidas pelo pseudônimo de Christina Lauren, causaram um grande impacto com seu Cretino irresistível, o primeiro volume da série. O livro entrou nas listas de best-sellers do USA Today e do The New York Times, e em sua primeira semana alcançou as listas de mais vendidos do Brasil.
Depois de arrebentarem a noite de Nova York com seu apetite sexual insaciável, Sara Dillon e Max Stella, de Estranho Irresistível, estão de volta.
Após a relação tomar novos rumos, o casal acostumou-se rapidamente a trocar fraldas e a acordar de madrugada para acalmar a pequena Annabel.
Conseguir uma noite a sós parece impossível sem nenhuma ajuda, por isso Max e Sara confiarão aos seus melhores amigos a missão — aparentemente simples — de cuidar da bebê. As fãs poderão matar as saudades de todos os casais da série Cretino Irresistível.
“O sex-seller Cretino Irresistível é ainda mais quente que Cinquenta Tons.”
ELLE Magazine francesa
After Lisa runs into her best friend's husband, whom she had a crush on since she was thirteen, she hatches a plan to seduce him.
Lisa's hunky boss is the bait as she devises a plan for a partner swap aboard his yacht with her best friend and her husband
I’d always had a crush on Jeff, so when my skinny best friend Jenna, started going out with him in our junior year, I cried. With her long black hair and doe-like brown eyes Jenna was lovely, so I couldn’t blame him.
Nevertheless, I, the chunky girl named Lisa, flirted with him throughout his courtship of Jenna. What’s more, he flirted back, but he never deviated from the course I dreaded. Seventeen months later, I served as Jenna’s maid of honor and Jeff was gone—I thought.
I spent the first two weeks after the wedding in lockup—self-imposed solitary confinement—the occasional salad and water the only thing sustaining me. When I emerged from exile, I had lost ten percent of my weight and people, mostly guys, but some women, for the first time in my life, looked at me in a way that appealed to me. I liked it so much that I continued my fast and went from size twelve to six.
Now, at five-five weighing one hundred twelve pounds with my newly styled, wavy, shoulder length hair, piercing, blue eyes and a svelte but shapely figure, I really turned heads. With newfound desirability, I entered a phase of my life I call my wild streak. I’d remained friends with Jenna, but I started hanging out with a girl, with whom I seemed to have more in common, named Trixie.
Drugs, alcohol and sex, my wild streak, which lasted fifteen months, consisted of partying at least three nights a week until the wee hours and sleeping with someone—anyone.
I wasn’t out to harm myself, I took the necessary precautions, stayed away from the really dangerous drugs and never got shitfaced drunk. After all, I liked the new me and just wanted to enjoy my newfound allure without the crappy limitations of society.
One night I saw Jeff at the snack bar at a multiplex movie theater and that old longing came back. Standing a little behind him and one line over, he didn't notice me until he turned around with his giant popcorn and large soft drinks. He nearly dropped his tray. "Lisa?"
I glanced his way and flashed my most flirtatious smile. "Why, Jeffery Lang. Imagine running into you. How have you been?"
"Look at…oh, I've been fine." He licked his lips.
"I haven't. I mean, look at you. You look fantastic! What did you do…to yourself?"
I wagged my eyebrows and smiled. "Oh, not much. I lost the equivalent of a forty-pound sack of flour. Then I went to modeling school and learned how to dress and fix myself up. Didn't Jenna tell you I'd lost weight? Where is she, anyway?"
"Oh, she's in the viewing area. I can't get over how good you look. If you would have looked like…eh—"
I had to rub it in. "Shouldn't you be getting back to your wife?"
"I should, but…it's just that I haven't…" Jeff raised his eyebrows and gave me a not so subtle full body scan.
"I know what you were going to say. It's been so long since we've seen each other, you want to catch up."
He nodded, then grabbed my elbow and directed me to the side.
A half hour later, Jenna came out. "There you are…oh, Lisa, how are you?" She twined her left arm with Jeff's right.
"Hi Jenna, I'm fine. I ran into your hubby. Sorry to take him away like that. We were catching up. How've you been?"
She looked at her watch and sighed. "Fine. We'll have to get together soon."
Jeff nodded earnestly. "Yes, we should go out with Lisa and her boyfriend."
Jenna's artificial smile gave me the impression she thought I wanted to steal him from her.
"Sweetheart are you ready to go? You've already missed a half hour of the movie."
I didn't want to steal Jeff, just borrow him. It always felt like I had some unfinished business with Jeff—like fucking his brains out—and now he acted like he had similar feelings.
Finally, Jenna managed to drag him away after he exacted a promise from me that my boyfriend and I would double date with them sometime.
Only, I didn't have a boyfriend…right then. Who could be my boyfriend?
Oral sex is Jimmy Love's passion. Jimmy is a self proclaimed cunnylicker Follow him as he spreads women's legs and spreads joy through womanhood. Cunnylicking 101 is the story of Jimmy Love's first sexual relationship. This relationship is with his high school crush/dream girl, Lydia, who becomes his college dorm-mate and teaches Jimmy the virtue of cunnilingus and how giving most certainly leads to receiving.
One day, I was typing a paper on my laptop, and I sensed Lydia, ease up to me. Glancing up, she leaned down and kissed me full on the lips. Then she bent down and hugged me.
“Wish me luck, Love”—she was fond of calling me by my last name—“I’m off to the gym for the final cut.”
Shocked, I uttered, “Good luck. They’re crazy if they don’t pick you for head cheerleader.”
“Thank you, baby.” She spun around and stuck her choice derriere out. “Rub my butt for good luck.”
With my jaw dragging the floor, I reached out and touched the sacred territory known as Livingdoll’s prime derriere.
After I massaged the wondrous object for thirty seconds, she straightened up. “That’s enough. We don’t want me to get worked up, do we?”
We don’t? “Of course not, but why don’t you let me kiss it for extra good luck.”
She giggled in that girly laugh I found so endearing. “You want to kiss my butt for good luck?”
I smiled. “Can’t hurt.”
“Okay, I’ve told enough boys to kiss my you know what over the years, but I never had one actually do it.” She bent over sticking her rear end out even further. I was stunned. I’d gone that far so I decided to push it. “No, it has to be bare skin to bring luck.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed, but her thumbs hooked over the top of her shorts and she pushed them down. “How’s that?”
I challenged her, “A little further, panties too.” I scooted back from the desk. “Here bend over the desk.”
She pushed the shorts and panties down to her thighs and bent over the desk almost lying flat.
Following Saturday's hot time aboard her Boss's yacht, Lisa's friend Jenna invited her to dinner at her home. Reminiscing about the sexy time aboard the yacht and their suprinsing newfound attraction for each other, leads the pair to the bedroom. When Jenna's husband Jeff comes home from work, he finds the pair intimently enjoying each other. What will he do? What will they do?