NOLA Naughty Nine – An Erotic Romance Anthology by Wren Michaels

SKU: B01IAPB43I Category: Romance Tags: anthology, contemporary romance, erotic read, erotic romance, LGBT, menage, NOLA, NOLA Naughty Nine, Paranormal Romance, PNR, shifters

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About the author:

Kate Richards divides her time between Los Angeles and the High Sierras. She would gladly spend all her days in the mountains, but she’d miss the beach…and her very supportive husband’s commute would be three hundred miles. Wherever she is, she loves to explore all different kinds of relationships in her stories. She doesn’t believe one-size-fits-all, and whether her characters live BDSM, ménage, GLBT, spanking, or any other kind of lifestyle, it’s the love, the joy in one another, that counts.

What inspired you to write your book?

Nine authors got together to write about the two things they all loved most, romance and New Orleans.

Here is a short sample from the book:

Excerpt from CREOLE CORSAIR, by Wren Michaels
“Why did you come here tonight? I need to know,” he said, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes.
After his heart-felt profession of his feelings for her, she couldn’t possibly tell him she came to rob him. Let alone couldn’t go through with the action itself now. “Leave it alone, Jasper.”
He nodded with a soft sigh. “On one condition.”
Sabine quirked a brow. “What would that be?”
Jasper cupped her cheek with his hand, feathering his thumb over her bottom lip. “One kiss, so we both have some closure. A simple taste of what might have been, and I promise you can be on your way, no further questions asked.”
Blood pounded in her ears at the word kiss. Each swipe of his thumb against her skin had her heart beating a relentless rhythm she could probably dance to. Did he just ask to kiss her? “Jasper…”
“Are you married?” he asked as his sly grin fell to a pout.
She shook her head. “No, but…”
His hand slid further along her cheek and fell to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. “Seeing someone?”
“No,” she whispered and locked onto his eyes, now sparkling with delight at her response. Tingles shot straight to her toes as his fingers curled into the back of her hair and pulled her face a breath away from his lips.
“Then why don’t you want to kiss me?” He pressed his forehead to hers, massaging his fingers against the back of her head with slow, tender strokes launching a shiver over her skin.
“Because I won’t want it to end. Why give the girl the dream and then rip it away from her?” The words slipped out before she realized what she said. It didn’t matter, his lips crashed against her mouth before she could utter another sentence.
His crisp cologne filled her nose, sending a flood of warmth to her belly. Heat seared her mouth as their skin met. A gasp parted her lips and Jasper took the opportunity to ease his tongue through, searching for her own. He swept her mouth with passion, filling the kiss with things words could never convey.
A low groan rumbled in his throat, vibrating his chest pressed to hers. One hand held the back of her head with a fierce protectiveness. His other hand gripped her waist and tugged her flush to his body, as if he was afraid she’d disappear. With a tilt of his head, he deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue against hers. Each twist of his lips pulled her into another world, crashing every dream she’d ever had of him with the reality of the moment so surreal is felt like she was floating.
Without thinking, she slid her arms around his waist, dragging her nails along the small of his bare back. He growled and pulled back from the kiss, heaving for breath. “Sabine, I need you. I want more of you.” His arms wrapped around her back and spun her until she hit the wall of the alcove by the bed.
She dropped her hands to his ass and pulled him tight to her body. His rock solid erection pressed hard into her as he wedged himself between her legs, rocking against her thin tights. Fire blazed and seared her at the core. She ached for him more than she ever had in her life. Jasper Carrington just kissed the fuck out of her and now wanted to have sex with her. The thought made no sense, words held no meaning. All she wanted was to quench the desire pooling inside of her for him.
He dipped his head and pressed his lips in the crook of her neck, sucking her flesh over his teeth before pushing it back with his soft tongue. A soft moan escaped her lips as he nipped at her earlobe. “I imagined this so many times, but nothing compares to the actual feel of your softness in my hands, the taste of your sweetness on my tongue, and the passionate sound of you in my ears.”
“Oh God, you’re good,” she whimpered and pivoted her hips against his hard cock, threatening to rip out of his pants.
“I’d be even better if you’d let me get you out of those clothes.”