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Buckle your seatbelt and hang on, it's gonna be a sexy ride.

This month I have two new releases - Wicked Seduction, book two in my Wicked Brand series - and The Craving, book two in The Wanderers series.

Let's start with Wicked Seduction - hot tattoo artists find love in West Palm Beach, Florida. Erotic Contemporary Romance.

AMAZON

Series Blurb:

South Florida just got a helluva lot steamier… During the day, the staff at Wicked Brand makes ink dreams a reality for their appreciative clients. After hours, this naughty crew engages in sensual delights as wild as the designs they’re selling. Their motto? Nothing forbidden. Nothing held back.  

Wicked Seduction Blurb:

He'll teach her to believe in passion and love...

Marnie’s getting back on her feet after fleeing a bad relationship. As part of her new life, she arrives at Wicked Brand in search of tattoos to cover scars from a long-ago trauma, hoping it will allow her to finally feel pretty. What she gets is a hot Latin tattoo artist who sets every part of her afire.

Sexy as sin Tor can work magic with his stunning 3-D designs and wants nothing more than to see Marnie smile. She’s a rare combination of sweet and wickedly sensual. The kind of woman he can’t easily resist—and doesn’t try.

Their sessions at the parlor turn into evenings of steamy delight as they feed their carnal hunger and growing intimacy, playing shameless games that leave them breathless and wanting more.

When her ex shows up, determined to have her back under his control, the danger is real. But this time Marnie is stronger, determined…and no longer alone.

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Wicked Takeover - book one in Wicked Brand

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And now for The Craving - book two The Wanderers - erotic paranormal.

COMING NOVEMBER 28

Series Blurb:

Beware the Wanderers

Steeped in the occult, the Wanderers is a secretive, nomadic group that use their powers to achieve whatever they seek. Incantations, mind control, and dark magic are their specialty. Victims will lose possessions without warning, seemingly eager to have their wealth stolen. Should they later complain, their health, sanity, and even their lives will end. No one dares defy a member…or poses a threat to what that individual desires whether it’s riches, power, or especially love. Beware the Wanderer who lusts. There is no freedom from their boundless carnal hunger. Hiding within plain sight, they walk among the unsuspecting, prepared to pounce. Only those individuals with paranormal powers have a chance against evil so old and ruthless few have escaped its destructive end.

The Craving Blurb:

She’s everything he’s desired… He’s the one man she shouldn’t crave.

Knowing the danger the Wanderers pose, Erica Vega intends to hunt down the mysterious group steeped in dark magic, curses and mind control. As a Deputy U.S. Marshal she has the law behind her, along with her telekinetic powers. Let the chase and battle begin.

Not so fast. Her superior forbids her to go after any Wanderer, instead ordering her to work cold cases with her new partner Lucian Navari.

Tall, dark and hotter than sin, Lucian doesn’t play by the book. He has his own agenda and agrees to help Erica hunt Wanderers on the sly where he and she can be up close and personal.

Erica’s not one to mix duty with pleasure, but he’s impossible to resist in too damn many ways. As they investigate an elusive Wanderer, nothing is as it appears – she can’t trust what she sees or believes. Lies masquerade as truth, deception rules while she and Lucian grow closer in a carnal dance that will change their lives.

The Yearning - book one in The Wanderers

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Tattoo Witch - Magical Tattoos That Grant Your Most Kinky Desires #erotic #paranormal #romance

What if a tattoo had the power to grant wishes? Cassandra is a witch who designs magical tattoos. Want to improve your love life? Find the hottest lover of your life? Turn a dull relationship into a kinky hot one? She'll design the tattoo that will meet your needs, even one to grant your darkest, kinkiest desires. But she mixes in a little black magic, so there may be a catch. When Sam and Anita decide to spice up their troubled love life with one or more of Cassandra's designs, their world is turned upside down. Can they survive the consequences, and is love and courage strong enough to fight black magic?

**Book 3 in Dark Realms series, but all books are standalone and complete stories.

And they can be read in any order.** 

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Excerpt: (Warning: Over 18 y/o please- mature)

“You should get one. You and your lady,” Rene said. “We get ours at Sinful Designs on the boardwalk. They do the best work.”
Ah, now he got it. “I suppose you two work there? Or own the business.”
She laughed. “You think we’re trying to drum up sales?”
Sam nodded.
“No, nothing like that. But there is something special about Sinful Designs that you won’t find at any other tattoo parlor.”
“Is that right?” Sam called over the bartender and ordered another beer and a drink for Rene. “Don’t take this the wrong way but are you two hitting on us?”
“Not exactly,” Perry said, looking up from his show-and-tell for Anita. “We saw you watching us earlier—”
“And you thought we’d like to hook up with you two,” Sam finished the sentence, sounding slightly annoyed but intrigued.
“That’s not it,” Rene said. “But I bet you wished you were out there having the most amazing sex with Anita. Am I right?”
“Sure,” Sam said.
Anita smiled nervously, then sipped more of her drink.
“What if I told you there was a way to increase your sexual enjoyment by at least ten times, be more adventurous, have longer hard-ons, and multiple orgasms?” Rene looked at Anita. “Anita, wouldn’t you love to have multiple orgasms whenever you willed them to happen?”
Anita rolled her eyes. “I have orgasms.”
“Four or five in one night, without being touched?”
“I’d say you’re full of shit,” Anita said.
Sam nearly choked on his beer. Anita Brooke never swore in front of strangers. She was getting drunk. Damn, he wasn’t getting any tonight.
“Do you believe in magic, the supernatural?”
“I try to keep an open mind.” Sam didn’t want to discount anything. But more than that, he wanted to see where this was going.
“Try one of these tattoos at Sinful Designs. Just one. I promise you won’t be disappointed,” Rene said. A look of fear flashed across her eyes and sent a shiver down Sam’s spine. She didn’t look the type to scare easily.
“Sounds too good to be true,” Sam said as he briefly fantasized a few possibilities—sex on the raft, sex with this couple, and a few positions Anita wasn’t crazy about trying. His cock throbbed as his heart pounded in his chest. The woman didn’t look like she was lying. Was business that bad that this tattoo parlor would think up this fantastical story to bring in a few customers?
Rene placed a hand on his arm. “Honest, Sam, we don’t make out financially if you get a tattoo. We’re just amazed by this woman. She’s a witch you know. Her name is Cassandra.”
“A witch?” Anita asked.
Rene smiled at Sam. “Trust me. You will have the most scorching sex you could ever imagine.”

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Excerpt from Sinfully Hot by Tina Donahue

Part of the NAUGHTY GETAWAYS boxed-set, available now!

Naughty Getaways Ebook

Naughty Getaways in Print

Blurb:
A hotter-than-sin reaper. A badass demon. Hell doesn’t get steamier than this.

Genre/theme: Erotic Paranormal, demon, reaper, New Orleans French Quarter, erotic paranormal, romantic comedy

Copyright ©Tina Donahue, 2017

Excerpt:

The nightclub door swung open on its own, like an invitation from Hell.

Accepting the lure, Jewel slipped inside. She had little choice given Satan’s increasingly unrealistic expectations. The dude was worse than a Wall Street shareholder.

Corruption hung thick in the club air, the atmosphere dark and steamy, identical to the summer night. Past the narrow entrance hall, millennials had crammed around the bar or were dancing wildly, their sweaty bodies bathed in flickering orange spotlights that resembled flames. Beast and the Harlot pumped from speakers, the metal beat loud enough to make a mortal’s ears bleed and Jewel’s molars rattle.

A nice hunting ground for depraved souls. Their oily stench drew her closer.

A guy appeared at the end of the hall, a breath away from her. She stopped abruptly and stepped back. He propped his broad shoulders against one wall and slammed his foot into the other, barring her entry.

She shouted above the music, “Excuse me.”

He stayed where he was.

A black sleeveless tee hugged his powerful chest. Faded jeans strained against his beefy thighs. His biker boots were easily a size thirteen. Every woman knew what large feet and hands meant on a man. Jewel inched nearer, catching his musky fragrance.

Her belly fluttered.

She ignored her arousal in favor of the work she had to do, and raised her voice further. “Do you mind? You’re in my way.”

He looked over.

The world stilled. To say he was a hunk didn’t do him justice. He was simply beautiful. His looks belonged to a fallen angel: lushly lashed black eyes, dark hair worn shaggy, an olive complexion, bristly cheeks, upper lip, and chin. Possibly early thirties, he was a god produced by testosterone and good genes.

She liked the tiny gold hoop in his left lobe and the sin in his gaze. Time to pump up the seduction and get to work on this bad boy. His male allure currently hid his true nature and the odor of his soul, not that it mattered. Selling him on an eternity in Hell would be fun. Maybe they’d run into each other again someday and screw themselves raw. “I’m sorry for shouting, but you didn’t hear me before.”

“Yeah, I did.”

His voice rumbled deeper than the thundering bass, mischief coloring his comment.

Her pussy creamed. “Well hi, then.”

He grinned roguishly, arms crossed, biceps bulging, tat dancing. “Hey.”

Unsteady, she poured on the charm. “Great crowd tonight.”

“It is now.”

Aw, was that a compliment? This was going to be easier than she’d thought and unbelievably hot. “What say we dance? Unless you’d like to grab a table first.”

One couple had already reached third base at theirs, the young woman’s features tight from her impending orgasm.

“Sorry.” He dragged his gaze over Jewel, his manner confident and arousing. “As much as I’m tempted—and believe me, I am—I can’t let you inside.”

Her smile felt awkward. Wasn’t often she met resistance unless the victim was hyper righteous. This guy certainly wasn’t slated for sainthood unless it was in a women’s poll for male strippers.

Determined to have his carnal attention for the night and his soul from that point forward, Jewel cupped his bulge. Hot. Hard. Amazing. Her legs went watery. “What do you mean, can’t?” She ran her thumbnail over the denim and savored his meaty balls. “Better let me in there or I might hurt you.”

He lifted his face to the ceiling. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed. “Do your worst. But it’ll have to be something nastier than fondling my nuts.”

As if. Touching him was simply too sweet. The short, dark hairs on his throat were so luscious she struggled not to lick him. “Oh yeah? Like this?”

She stroked his rod. The thing blossomed even more beneath her loving touch.

He sighed deeply and clamped her wrist. Not enough to harm but to capture and subdue. BDSM foreplay.

No way would she complain. “Looks like you’ve changed your mind.”

“Nope.” He brushed his thumb over her knuckles. “I never have, nor will I ever allow demons to harvest souls in my place.”

Surprise jolted her. Although he radiated a mortal’s heat, now an odorless chill emanated from him. What one would encounter in deep space where existence began. The tat on his right biceps wasn’t what she’d first thought. It had appeared as nothing more than a 3D star design seemingly carved into his flesh, the artist using bright-blue and vivid-yellow ink to fill the interior, creating a fake universe. Those colors weren’t stationary any longer. They swirled, the same as celestial gasses. Within that activity, countless faces rose, mouths opened, everyone bitching about leaving Earth before their time.

Holy Hell, he couldn’t be, shouldn’t be… “You’re a reaper?”

“Yep.”

That wasn’t possible. He wasn’t homely, skeletal, and dressed like a mortician. Of course, he wasn’t a bouncer either, as she’d assumed. The Last Stop nightclub was his, which meant one thing. He was the badass who’d caused her percentages to go down. “You’re Zekiel?”

“Yes ma’am.” He smiled widely, carving a dimple in his right cheek.

She wanted to jump him and beg him to do her, then smack him for that “ma’am.” She wasn’t old. “Let go of me.”

“You first.”

She cradled his balls. He caressed her wrist. A Mexican standoff.