Prize is 5 eBook copies (1 each to 5 winners) of “Edible Delights Anthology, Vol 2”. Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Sept 7. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.
Edible Delights Anthology, Volume 2
Contributing Authors: Imogene Nix, Seanna Smythe, Bianca Sarble, Kate Belle & Alysha Ellis
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance, Futuristic Romance, Historical Romance, Paranormal Romance, Regency Romance
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Release Date: July 17, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 76,000
Story Descriptions & Author Bios
The Chocolate Affair – Imogene Nix
Deanna has one love. The Scheherazade Chocolate Factory. When it’s bought out by an off world consortium, they send someone to inspect their purchase.
JD Ruan is their expert investigator. But JD has a secret. He’s a demon. And not just any kind of demon –a Pleasure Demon.
Secrets, abilities and hidden truths will find their way… especially when chocolate is involved.
A mother of two, compulsive reader and bookstore owner. She lives in regional Queensland, Australia with her husband, 2 daughters, dog, cats and prize winning chooks. She has a particular fondness for Vampires, Star Ship Captains and things that go bump in the night.
She is also a firm believer in writing what you enjoy… something she strictly adheres to!
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My Lord’s Table – Alysha Ellis
Gently-bred Susan Brody arrives in 18th century London starving, penniless and desperate to find a job. When a chance-met acquaintance offers to help, Susan happily accepts a position as housekeeper in the home of Lord Winslade.
But the position is not what she expects it to be. She is greeted by a grim manservant, who locks her in a room and orders her to wear the scandalous costume she finds there.
She is forced to attend an erotic banquet of carnal and epicurean delights, presided over by the darkly sinister Lord Winslade.
Susan’s expectations of domestic service shatter as she is seduced into fulfilling appetites of an entirely different order.
Alysha Ellis lives in Australia on a diet that consists entirely of chocolate, champagne and strawberries. She write stories your mother would never let you read, even now that you’re all grown up – but what Mama don’t know can’t hurt her.
Live on the wild side a little. Her motto is always,Bad girls have all the fun!
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Never On A Sundae – Seanna Smythe:
Delicious delights you’ve dreamed of but Never on a Sundae.He was confident that what he was about to ask for wouldn’t be your average ice cream dream.
Evie doesn’t believe love is forever, so when things get a little too hot with Sydney-sider, Aidan, she disappears to Newcastle and buys an ice-cream parlor, Never on a Sundae. But fate conspires against her when Aidan rides into town on his Harley looking for a unique idea for an ice cream cake for his brother’s bachelor party. Can Aidan melt Evie’s heart?
A little naughty and a whole lot nice, Seanna Smythe writes 3-chilli-hot romance with heart. Sizzling heroes and playful heroines, each with a story to tell, will take you on the adventure of lifetime with a guaranteed happy ending.Take my hand and walk with me…
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Flavor Of The Month – Bianca Sarble:
When Cate Gallagher thinks her day can’t get any worse, Patrick Garrett comes along to prove her wrong. The sexy stranger awakens her long forgotten libido but she knows from past experiences his type is best avoided at all costs.
Patrick is sure the chemistry between them will set the sheets on fire, if only she would give him a chance. He hatches a seduction plan to show her exactly how right they could be.
But getting the girl isn’t the only obstacle to their Happy Ever After. Misunderstandings and assumptions bring their heat level to boiling point and threaten to scorch their love.
Can Cate overcome her past and let Patrick show her she’s not just the Flavour Of The Month?
Once upon a time, in a land called Australia, there lived a delightful young girl named Bianca who loved to read. As she grew older, her sarcastic tendencies and warped sense of humor became evident, as did her preference for raunchy romances.
Now, as well as reigning over their 1/4 acre kingdom with the handsome Prince that stole her heart and feeding their ever-growing children, she not only reads everything she can, but pens her own deliciously sexy stories.
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The Banquet – Kate Belle:
Unattractive and lonely James is a chef and restaurant owner who is obsessed with Sheba, a sexy celebrity chef famous for her aphrodisiac recipes which have saved James from a life of involuntary celibacy. James has studied Sheba’s recipes and created the ultimate in aphrodisiac desserts – chilli and rose infused chocolate – a recipe that never fails to lure women into his lonely bed.
James takes the opportunity to meet Sheba at a book signing during the Sydney Writers Festival and woos her with a gift of his chocolates. Sheba finds James’ special dessert irresistible and exchanges a night of pleasure for the recipe. Two months later James receives an invitation to Sheba’s annual banquet, a mysterious event everyone who’s anyone in the hospitality industry is aware of but knows little about. Nervous and out of his depth, James attends and is introduced to a world where the boundaries between food and sex are entirely blurred.
Kate writes dark, sensual contemporary women’s fiction. She lives, writes and loves in Melbourne, juggling her strange, secret affairs with her male characters with her much loved partner and daughter, and a menagerie of neurotic pets. She holds a tertiary qualification in chemistry, half a diploma in naturopathy and a diploma in psychological astrology. Kate believes in living a passionate life and has ridden a camel through the Australian desert, fraternised with hippies in Nimbin, had a near birth experience and lived on nothing but porridge and a carrot for 3 days.
The Chocolate Affair by Imogene Nix
His first view of Deanna McCalchy had taken in the glorious lush curves and midnight hair as she shook it free of the ugly confining hat she wore. Her blue dress molded to her body while the heat of instant arousal suffused him.
Now here stood a true goddess. The thought took him by surprise. He hadn’t thought in those terms for over a hundred years.
His small exclamation of interest had taken her by surprise and she had slipped. He moved with his preternatural speed extending his hands and catching her before she hit the floor.
As one of the two owners of Rustafan, he kept a low profile. He didn’t want his father’s minions to know where he and his sister, Entara, were. They had taken on Christabel as their media spokesperson well before she’d become Entara’s lover. This afforded them a gratefully accepted anonymity.
It was a habit to hide his personal life from others. Right now, he embraced the freedom that afforded him to scan the woman in his arms, feel the weight of her body.
She watched him silently while he righted her.
“Hello, what have I found here? A pleasure princess from Piero?” Knowing that the business mainly transacted with the pleasure planets, the words slipped out. He cringed as soon as he heard them. But she didn’t take offense at his words—at least not vocally, though a red tide crept over her cheeks.
“I don’t know who you are. But this is a restricted zone.” Her soft words of censure made him smile even as she gazed into his eyes. She was off balance, all the better for him to find out how the factory worked and maybe about her too. He shook himself mentally. That wasn’t why he was here.
“That’s okay, I’m supposed to be here.”
“And why are you supposed to be here?” Her words betrayed her interest, but he detected no knowledge of him in her mind and let the tension release from his muscles.
“I’ve been sent here to assess Scheherazade.” He held out one of his hands, and as she clasped it he felt a jolt of recognition, leaving him breathless for just a second. “I’m JD Ruan.”
“Oh heavens.” Her face pinked slightly again and he grinned, though he worked to contain his amusement at her old-fashioned comment.
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Flavor Of The Month by Bianca Sarble
What was it about this man that made her laugh? She wanted to stay mad, but it seemed impossible whenever he was around. It didn’t hurt that he looked like a GQ cover model or that his voice sent shivers down her spine, but the kicker was the warmth in his smile.
“Okay, come in. I’ll grab some coffee.”
While she worked on the coffee, Patrick put the flowers on the counter before perusing the sample tray. “So, what are we tasting tonight?”
Cate froze. Cake. He’s talking about cake, not body parts. “Carolyn said she wanted something different, so we have the cherry mud cake, Tia Maria mud cake, Cookies & Cream, chocolate mud cake and last but not least, butterscotch with its own caramel icing.”
“I’m guessing that’s your favorite right?”
“My favorite is all of them. It’s too hard to choose just one.”
As she approached the table with the coffee, he surprised her again by coming around and pulling her chair out for her. His body heat radiated against her back and she had to stop herself leaning into his muscular chest. She gave herself a mental slap to pull her professional mask back in place as she sat. She broke off a piece of her first selection with a fork and offered the handle to him.
“This is the cherry mud cake. I have a recipe for a cream cheese icing that sets it off perfectly.”
Keeping his gaze on hers, he folded his fingers around her hand and guided the fork to his mouth. He hummed and licked his lips as the flavor exploded in his mouth, drawing her attention to his very lickable lips. Maybe she should have served ice water instead of coffee because she certainly didn’t need to heat things up.
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My Lord’s Table by Alysha Ellis
Susan turned her head. His dark eyes focused entirely on her. The debauchery happening a few feet away didn’t distract him for a second. “I’ve led a very sheltered life, Lord Winslade. Perhaps if I knew more of the world and its risks, I wouldn’t have found myself in a position where I am dependent on your good nature for my safety.”
“You are mistaken, my dear. I did not say I had a good nature.” His mouth twisted in a self-disparaging sneer.
“But you did promise me I would be safe. Does your promise hold only if I leave the room?” She dragged in a deep breath and let it go in a rush. “I would like to stay a little longer I think.”
Lord Winslade’s eyebrows rose.He regarded her intently. She met his gaze, refusing to look away. No matter what she had been brought up to believe, her old life was over. If she had to live in a new world, in a new level of society, then she needed to know how it functioned.
One of the other women leapt onto the table and began to remove her clothing. A burst of laughter and loud clapping rang out from the assembled guests. Susan gestured toward them. “I believed sexual relations were unpleasant for women. Clearly my information is incorrect.”
His lips relaxed into a curve. He reached out a strong finger and placed it under her chin, tipping it up, subjecting her face to scrutiny. “Estelle Milthorpe is a self-serving fool, but she has sent me something of more value than she could have known.” He dropped his hand and leaned back in his seat. “By all means observe what happens here tonight.” His voice dropped. “You may learn more about your own nature.”
She stared into his dark eyes.Something fluttered in her chest. She wanted him to touch her again. Her breasts felt tight and hot.She wondered how they’dfeel if he put his lips on them, to have him reveal the mysteries making these people behave so outrageously.
In the few moments her attention had been held by Lord Winslade the gathering had lost any pretension of decorum. A couple openly fornicated on the table. The woman lay on her back amid the debris of the meal, the man working away above her, his bare buttocks pumping. With each downward push the crowd cheered. Suddenly, the man stiffened and pulled back on his knees.
Susan watched in dry mouthed amazement as a rope of white fluid fountained out from the rigid pole of flesh thrusting out in front of him. It pumped and spurted.A well-endowed woman ripped down her bodice to allow the liquid to splash onto her bared breasts. With a roar of approval, the crowd watched as two men grabbed her and licked her clean.
The heat in Susan’s cheeks spread, turning into strange, pulsing warmth suffusing downward through her body.She shifted restlessly on her chair. Winslade leaned in closer.His warm, masculine scent raised the temperature another degree or two. “You’re enjoying this,” he said.She shivered as his breath teased her ear.
“I shouldn’t,” she replied. “I know it’s wrong, sinful…”
“Only if someone is being forced against her will,” he said. “Here there is only willing participation in pleasure.”
“But society says…”
He spoke with cool assertiveness. “I am not concerned with the strictures of petty-minded prudes.”
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Never On A Sundae by Seanna Smythe
Aidan pushed away from the doorframe as his body responded to the memories. If she wasn’t so absorbed in tasting her creation, he would’ve thought she taunted him. The banana slipped between her lips with a smooth rhythm as chocolate syrup gathered at the corners of her tempting mouth.
“Better than sex!” she declared, licking at the chocolate.
“Then you’re doing it wrong,” Aidan said, deciding she should know he was there.
Thick dark lashes flew open to reveal big, baby blue eyes as she slowly withdrew the banana from her lips. “Aidan!” Shock registered in her voice at the sight of him. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough.” A lazy smile trickled across his lips as he watched her reaction.
“I didn’t hear you come in.” She pushed away from the counter and turned around, her hands searching for something to put the banana onto.
“Apparently not.” The lazy smiled widened into a wicked grin. A leggy blonde, sucking on a banana and thinking about sex? Now there was a combination no red-blooded, heterosexual male could fail to enjoy.
She looked at her chocolate stained fingers as her hand hovered over a damp cloth near the blender. With a shrug she licked the chocolate from her fingers. One by one, she treated each finger to the flick of a smooth pink tongue.
“What brings you back to town?” Seemingly satisfied she couldn’t possibly get any more chocolate off her fingers, she leaned over the sink to turn on the tap.
“Danny’s bachelor party.” Aidan stuffed his fists into his pockets to ease the rub of his jeans. The view of that sweet ass as the skirt caressed firm cheeks almost finished what the banana had started.
“Ahh, Danny.” Evie shook the excess water from her hands and patted them dry on her apron. She turned back to give Aidan a once over of her own. “He swore it would be a cold day in hell before he got married…looks like your little brother has had a change of heart.”
Aidan watched the movements of her long-fingered hands as she removed her apron, folding it neatly. Those neatly manicured nails had once caressed the contours of his back, teased his nipples and stroked the very part of him that now ached for release. Evie had not lost her touch. Just one look and he was panting for more. He shifted from one booted foot to the other as Evie stepped toward him.
“Looks like you have a small problem,” she said, stopping within two feet of him, her eyes boldly raking the strained denim.
Still the same Evie, the girl who didn’t hesitate to say what was on her mind. He smiled and leaned forward enough to whisper into the space between them. “We both know it was never a small problem. We could always put the left over chocolate sauce to better use.”
Evie stepped closer, her head angled toward his until their lips were inches apart.
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The Banquet by Kate Belle
Sheba tentatively picked out a chocolate and pressed it to her outstretched tongue. James felt the familiar tug in his groin. Every one of Sheba’s movements elicited raw lust in him. How did she do it, he wondered, wishing he could adjust the bulge in his jeans without her noticing.
When Sheba opened her eyes they were aflame. She licked her glistening lips.
“How do you make these? I must know.”
James smiled apologetically. “It’s a secret. I’m afraid if I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
Sheba frowned, pouting prettily. He could see she was used to having her own way. She picked another chocolate from the box, thrusting it between her lips and sucking enthusiastically. James watched her cheeks hollow as her tongue worked the delicacy against the roof of her mouth. She closed her eyes and a flush came to her cheeks. As he’d expected, the recipe stirred desire within her. He was delighted the concoction worked as well on Sheba as it did on more ordinary women.
When she opened her eyes she gazed at him from under long lashes, a sexy smile turning up the corners of her mouth.
“But you will tell me,” she crooned, reaching up to stroke a solitary finger over his adam’s apple to the hollow at the base of his throat, “since I inspired the recipe, I think I deserve to know, yes?”
A swoon threatened to swallow James whole. He rested his fingers on the edge of the table to steady himself. As he gazed into Sheba’s round eyes a wondrous realization dawned upon him. He held all the cards here. He had something she badly wanted and could probably ask whatever price he wanted for it. He watched, captivated, as she took another chocolate, placed it seductively on her pink tongue, and made little moaning noises as she chewed on it. All he wanted right then was to bury himself in Sheba’s generous mouth.
“Perhaps you could persuade me in some way. . .”
James held his breath, feeling his heart pound in his chest, wondering if he’d been too bold. Sheba surveyed him, tapping her index finger against a plump bottom lip as she considered his proposition. A slow, sensual smile spread across her face.
“I can be terribly persuasive.” Sheba stuck two fingers over the waistband of his jeans and pulled his pelvis toward her. “Perhaps you’d like to come back to my hotel room and I’ll try to prise the secret out of you.”
Sudden heat rushed to James’ cheeks. This was more than he dared wish for. He blessed the power of his secret Mexican chili as he nodded his assent. He’d share the recipe with her, but not the species of chili he used. He’d searched long and hard to find it, the chili was rare, and he wasn’t about to give the knowledge away for a quick fuck in a hotel, not even with the woman of his dreams. The chili was the only thing that gave him power over women, including Sheba.
“I’d love to be persuaded. Just don’t torture me.”
She cupped his face in both her hands, leaning in closer so he could smell her minty breath.
“Darling, pleasure is far more persuasive than pain.”
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