Six Degrees of Passion
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She’ also had several releases with Naughty Nights Press – Spankdown, Red Fire – Surrender,
Raging Shadows, Forced Fantasies, Mr. Mistletoe and Oral Sex – Hot Shots, Phone Sex – Hot Shots with the second in the Fire Trilogy – Blue Fire, Domination – receiving a silver star and Dazzle and Bad Things hot off the presses .
In addition, as her alter ego Bethany Halle, she is the host of two blog talk radio shows with Robin Falls Red River Radio. The Fire of Fantasy & Darkness airs every other month highlighting writers and other artists in the fantasy, science fiction and paranormal genres. Dare to Take the Plunge also airs every other month featuring writers, publishers, cover artists and reviewers in the erotic romance genre. She also is a weekly/monthly contributor to Naughty Nights Press, Red Lipstick Diaries, 69 Shades of Smut, After Dark Online, Kinke Magazine and the recently reopened Queer Magazine Online.
As Bethany Halle she is also the Director of Communications for Rebel Ink Press and currently serve on the Nominating Committee of the RWA’s Passionate Ink. She serves as President Elect for Passionate Ink in 2012.
She was a Passionate Ink finalist for their Passionate Plume contest with Treats in a Plain Brown Wrapper and has received several four and five star reviews for her work. She also received an honorable mention from the Love Romance Café as the 2011 Author of the year and her book Her Sinful Long Legs was a best erotic contemporary romance of 2011 at The Romance Reviews nominee.
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Romance Writers of America
Passionate Ink
EPIC
ARRA – Australian Romance Readers Association
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SAVAGE HOPE by CASSANDRE DAYNE
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Destiny Fallon railed against her life as a geneticist choosing to live outside the protected compound, safe from the strife blanketing Earth after the cataclysm, only going behind the cold steel walls for the required shots. While the serum kept her healthy from diseases plaguing what was left of humans, she hated all aspects of man and the game created by her father. The Lottery was a revered system mandated by the Order and players were selected in secret. Fertility destroyed by gasses during the war, scientists created what they hoped could cross breed with human women, producing children. Half man and half beast, they were the only hope in a desperate world. The Order controlled every aspect of their lives and Destiny had no idea she was a pawn. Coerced into becoming the next contestant or her sister would be forced to take her place, she struggled with her inner demons. Her task? Select three beasts to become her lovers and become pregnant.
Stryker was a member of the white tiger family and a proud leader but he knew time was running out for all the breeds. Entering the Lottery was the last chance to provide a better way for his kind but his decision angered his Pack. Selected first, he would never know what ticking bomb was waiting for the newly formed family. Secrets and lies held a damning past, one that could destroy them all. A story told as children and a single beacon of light was their only hope for salvation. As their adventure to find a new life began, others rallied to track them down and suddenly they could trust no one. As the breeds began to fall, hope was almost lost and Destiny had to face the very demon bent on dragging her into hell.
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“God this is so exciting!” Shrieking, the girl plastered her nose to the inside of the glass, tapping her foot against the metal floor.
Destiny Fallon eyed the twenty-something frizzy haired girl before scanning the bus full of hopeful people. Cringing, she listened in on the happy conversation between the two fresh-faced girls and shook her head. How naïve they all were. Her eyes settled on the second girl. The older bleached blond wore the tattoos of the outsiders, allowing her access to the compound.
“I wish our number would have been selected, Tara,” the bleach blond squealed.
Destiny resisted reaching out and slapping both women who had no clue what they were talking about.
“I hear they are all studs, well hung and can go all night long,” Tara cooed.
“Damn, we both need a man! I’m so horny I would enjoy being ravaged by a beast.”
“Me too! I hear they all have giant cocks too.”
Destiny pressed her hands over her ears, filtering out their ridiculous conversation, concentrating instead on the din of the others whispering about the glory the day would bring.
Glory? Not in her mind.
The bus pulled to a screeching halt outside a complex of dense buildings. Shuddering, Destiny wasn’t the only one getting off the stinking rattling cage that day. She waited as the volume of people raced to leave the humid and sticky space. As she stood in the glare of the afternoon sun realizing it was barely one in the afternoon and the crowd that had formed was already overwhelming and very hungry, she shook her head. The debilitating dread was the single focal point that flowed through her mind. It was difficult not to look at the eager faces of the crowd and feel nothing but disgust or a self-loathing prophecy perhaps. She never came to see her father during the game of selling souls. The lottery. The ugly recreation was the single thing in what was left of their horrific universe to give hope and something she knew would mean their damnation as a race. Destiny could’ve refused to be in the heated space, but her father, James Fallon, called for her, insisting and she had no choice.
Shivering involuntarily, Destiny stared at the intricate complex of buildings surrounding the stadium. For some reason, she couldn’t believe the thousands of people who were already hovering in the stadium for a six o clock event. The power of reality shows scared her to death and the ugly game was the only entertainment left for her scarred people. Destiny could almost not bear to look at the electric billboards as they flashed the faces of what she considered to be the damned, the ones hoping to be selected during the lottery. Not that she considered them lucky. They were genetically created creatures designed to break the infertility of the human race. More beast than human, the creatures had endured nothing but slavery for the mere promise of providing heirs for the future. Destiny trembled as she made her way through the pulsing crowd. God, did these people not know what was happening? Truly happening? Were they so blind and stupid? Had humanity been shattered as their world was pushed into hell?
Destiny knew the damning answer. They needed hope even if it meant savage hope. There was little else to give them any in their wretched long days. Standing silently, she gazed across the pool of teeming people hungry for something that no one could attain and few could afford.
“Poor bastards.” Wouldn’t her father be proud of the groupies who wanted more? Destiny forced herself to push the ugly thoughts aside. Somehow the even nastier memories remained, the past and why the lottery was needed in the first place.
The crowd pulsed and screamed around her.
Fortunately, she was going to the lower complexes where the space was cool and free of the rules of the game. Buried deep within the bowels of the earth, the span of underground buildings kept the select group of humans safe and alive during the apocalypse. The place had been her home for far too long. Sighing, she waited with little patience for the cranky elevator and heard the loudspeaker shouting over the din of the audience, enticing the electric famished crowd into a frenzy so early.
“Tonight, June twenty-fist of the year two thousand and seventy five, the lottery! Come and join as three are selected. The creation of the world will begin again!”
She entered the dimly lit elevator, praying the doors would close quickly just as the masses of people started screaming in anticipation of that fateful disgusting event. They were desperate for a mating that was less than human. The dingy doors slammed shut and D
estiny closed her eyes.
Thank God for small favors. She swallowed hard, loathing every second of being in the confined space. Yet it had been her home for too many long dark years. Balling her fists, Destiny pounded the wall of the tight confines wishing for so much more. Hell, she endured viewing the first lottery months ago and that single event sent her into reclusion. She growled, hating the long ride down to the bottom floor.
Barely twenty-five, she’d lived too many lifetimes. That single horrendous memory would never leave the girl that had dreamed of all things beautiful. The end of the world came on July 31, 2060. Destiny had just turned ten but there had been no time for a birthday party. No. Her family scrambled to get the remaining scientists inside the facility. The chosen ones were ushered into seclusion. They were the only ones that could bring back the lives of humans who had no clue what they faced.
Benjamin T Russell
Benjamin T. Russell is a fiercely, multifarious lover of life and all things naughty. He currently lives in Somewhere, USA. He forged his unique perspective on erotica and erotic romance in the white-hot flames of real life experiences. Having survived a motley assortment of clandestine encounters – the phrase; “Been There, Done There, I’ve Got the T-Shirt”, aptly applies to Benjamin. He spends the daylight hours expunging his forbidden desires into bawdy stories for his readers, while he reserves the nights to service his wanton Muse and her fertile imagination.
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NAUGHTY HOT SHOYS – BOOTY CALL by BENJAMIN T. RUSSEL and MICHELLE CHATTON
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So what is a strong-willed, Bi-BBW supposed to do when she decides she wants to have a MMF ménage to celebrate her birthday?
She makes a Booty Call to her bi-sexual male co-worker and her hot Dom ex-lover.
Victoria Carter has finally broken free from a destructive relationship, now she wants to explore her sensuality and her sexuality to the fullest. Ready to meet the world head on, this is just the beginning of her sexual adventures.
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Vicky arched her back and her head lolled to the side. “Winston, ooh baby, I am soooo close. If you keep doing that I am going to come, I am going to come so hard.” She whimpered breathlessly.
Steel vibrated in Winston’s voice. “No, you don’t come until I tell you to.” The touch of menace in his voice sent a furtive thrill to Vicky's moist core and surprisingly, she found the hint of danger in his voice to be arousing.
“Yes Sir,” she said, assuming the submissive role easily from pure habit.
Vicky let out a long sigh as he slowly pulled his finger from her pussy’s clinging grasp. He stared at his cream covered finger lovingly before he turned his gaze on her and met her eyes directly.
Transfixed, she watched him stick his finger in his mouth and suck off all her cream. A look of crazed lust washed over his face as he tasted her juices and the erotic expression sent undulating ribbons of desire shimming down her spine. She peered at him through hooded eyes as he dipped a finger back inside her. Vicky’s eyelids fluttered and then closed as another wave of pleasure racked her body.
This time, when he withdrew his finger glistening with her dew, he held his hand up to her face. Every cell in her body screamed for her to devour his finger, but she forced herself to wait.
He didn’t have to say it, but she wanted him to give her permission to do it. He leveled an icy stare at her and his commanding body language spoke to her heart.
Tonight she wasn’t the hotshot attorney who intimidated weak men with her intelligence, self-confidence and plus sized body. Tonight – in this bed – she wanted to be a desirable and sensuous woman, giving her trust to a real man. If only for one night, she wanted a man like Winston to dominate her and use her as he pleased.
Her eyes were soft, open and begging for his approval. “Please.”
“That’s good baby, you’re learning.” He placed his finger at the opening of her mouth and Vicky smiled when she inhaled her scent. She greedily wrapped her lips around his finger and sucked it clean.
He moved to the end of the bed and dropped to his knees so he could look between her legs.
Moisture oozed from her and he froze for a moment as his cock bucked at the sight. He stared at the tantalizing view of her sex, wet with cream. He became enthralled at the promise of emptying the creamy contents of his balls in her, or all over her.
He looked up and captured her eyes. “Vicky, tell me what you want.”
She hesitated for just a moment. “Please.”
“Please what?” The displeasure in his voice was evident.
“Please make me come.”
He smiled. “That’s what I needed to hear.”
Winston began to lick his way up the inside of her legs and made a beeline straight for her beckoning little pussy. Normally, he would have teased her even more, but since today was her birthday and she’d been a good sub up to that point, he decided to give her what she needed.
Savannah Chase
Savannah writes erotica, and she writes romance. Whether you want sweaty sex or sweet romance, she’s written just the thing for you.
Savannah Chase started putting pen to paper as a young schoolgirl. Music inspired her to write lyrics, which eventually turned into stories. Her stories have gotten better, longer and so much more erotic as the years passed. She’s a hopeless romantic who believes that everyone has a soul mate. Savannah is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Toronto Romance Writers, and Erotic Authors Association. She’s currently published with multiple houses, and has won numerous awards for her books. Her current residence is in Canada.
Her Current Releases Include:
Bid For Love
Pleasure After The Pain
One Touch One Glance A Collection of Romance Tales
Men In Shorts: An Erotic Anthology
Hot Dads: The DILF Anthology
Taste of Passion
Unwrap Me
Last Night
Even Hotter Dads: The DILF Anthology 2
Lovers Moan
Two Hearts One Love
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Riveting, intense, touching deep emotion – physically and mentally. This is one of the best short stories I’ve had the pleasure of reading- Lovers Moan (author Karen Cote) Savannah Chase tells a wonderful tale of mishap and she had me laughing and crying all at once. I can’t wait to see what else Ms. Chase has to offer. - Bid For Love (Joyfully Reviewed) Unwrap me is a quick and sensual read.- Unwrap Me from Miss Love Loves Books
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LOVERS MOAN by SAVANNAH CHASE
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Seduction never sounded so good.
Karina places an ad in the classifieds in the hopes of fulfilling a fantasy to bring pleasure with only the sound of her voice. But when
a caller responds and engages her in a stimulating conversation, will she break the connection, or answer with a lovers moan?