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Hot Erotic Romance for the Holidays!

 Reviewers love both my erotic romance Holiday Reads!  


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Whiskey Creek Torrid


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Extasy Books


A Gift for Adam

Rating: Erotic Romance, Explicit (m/f)

Five Stars from Keely at Sensual Ecata: Side-splitting hilarity mixed with volcanically hot love scenes, what more could a woman want?A Gift for Adam by Adriana Kraft is hilarious and a refreshingly new take on the old “opposites attract” formula.  I have to admit that laughing until my eyes water and then immediately squirming in my seat from the “heat” of the next scene is a new experience for me. I fear to gush too much about this delightful offering as I may give away the good surprises Ms. Kraft has in store for her readers.  I can sum this experience up with this:   Well done, Ms. Kraft; give me more, please!


Home and Garden assistant manager Evie Strand has painstakingly embroidered a set of seven thongs as a gag gift for her best friend—only she brought the wrong box to the store Christmas party, and now Adam Grant from Automotive is holding them up for everyone to see: Kiss my…, Tight Fit—could things get any worse? Adam may seem like a total rake, but he can tell Evie’s deeply embarrassed and he resolves to make it up to her. Who knew where a simple dinner date would lead?





Mortified, Evie Strand looked on in horror at the office Christmas party careening out of control. Her fellow employees stared at her in amazement. Some snickered. Some couldn’t remain silent.

“What a hoot,” Leslie whispered from the seat next to her. “You put old Adam in his place.”

Evie shook her head and swallowed hard, willing herself to be anywhere but in this room. Adam Grant’s dark eyes snapped, mocking her. Did he really think she’d given him that package on purpose?It was meant for Christie, her closest friend. That package wasn’t even supposed to come to the office party. Christie didn’t work for the store.

How could she be such an idiot? She’d wrapped so many Christmas presents late last night. It had never occurred to her that the two packages looked so similar on the outside.

To her dismay, she’d drawn Adam Grant’s name for the annual gift exchange. She hadn’t given it much thought once she’d decided to give him a tie.

Evie blinked as he rummaged through his gift. “No,” she muttered softly, when he held up a second thong. This one, like the last, had hand-stitched lettering.

She should know. She’d painstakingly hand-lettered seven thongs for Christie. They were supposed to be a joke. She doubted Christie would actually wear any of them, but they’d each gone out of their way during the past six seasons to surprise each other with something that was outlandishly sexy. She had to admit she might’ve gone over the top this year.

Adam held high the pink Tuesday thong. He could hardly read it aloud for breaking up with laughter. “Tuesday: Wish you were…?” The question mark below the lettering left little room for confusion about the intent—it would nestle comfortably over the wearer’s mound.

More hoots and hollers followed. The powder blue Monday thong had been more shocking, probably because it was the first one Adam had held up, or maybe because it said “Don’t Dribble” across the front.

Evie pushed her chair back from the long banquet table where she sat with her fellow Grafton Department Store employees. Leslie grabbed her wrist. “Don’t let him get the best of you. Mistakes happen. At least half the people here think you did this on purpose to get the rake’s goat. If you leave, they’ll know you screwed up.”

Evie gulped and nodded at her department manager. She drew in a deep breath. “All right.”

She glanced back at Adam in time to seem him holding up the yellow Wednesday thong: “Kiss My…” with a broken arrow pointing suggestively toward the backside.



Santa’s Boss

Rating: Four Flames: m/f,  m/f/m,  f/f,  f/m/f,  f/f/m


Four Stars from Dianna at Night Owl Romance: I found Santa’s Boss a delightful read. It was fun and easy flowing. Well written, it keeps you involved in the story and wondering just what is going to happen next. It is such a pleasure to read about a different kind of Santa, one that is not set for just children but is more towards us grownups. I wish there was more that we as adults could believe in that would allow us to be more child-like. I hope you enjoy reading Santa’s Boss as much as I did.



Always authentic, Assistant Mall Manager Joy Danser insists that her mall Santas must have real beards so children can believe. But even she is unprepared for the very real Santa who visits her bed invisibly this Christmas season. Is she dreaming, or has she gone mad? Joy consults Sophia Nardiz, manager of the Magical Gypsy shop at her mall. Sophia reads her palm and gives her a cryptic message: Joy is at a crossroads, and she must trust her intuition.


Owner of the Magical Gypsy chain and a true Gypsy himself, Nick Polaris is thrilled to play Joy’s Santa, in the mall and in her bed, but he knows it’s only a lark. For true love, he’ll need someone with Gypsy blood. Must he renounce the Scottish redhead he enjoys so much?



Sophia pushed back dark tresses of hair from her shoulder. She smiled as if she knew a secret. “And this visitor claimed to be Santa Claus?”

“That’s right. I felt his beard and mustache.” Joy shuddered.

“I’m sure you did. You look quite pleased with the memory.”

“I must be crazy,” Joy wailed. “You must think I’m nuts for sure.”

“Don’t say that, girl.” Sophia cradled Joy’s hand and Joy experienced an immediate calm spreading over her body. “What you describe is quite plausible.” Sophia smiled thinly. “You have too many aches—pleasant aches—for this to be something only in your mind. It could be someone with pyschokinesis and telepathic powers. Rare, but not impossible. I have known persons with such powers.”

“You don’t think I’m crazy.”

“Not at all. I believe you must be very special to have received such a gift.”

“But you don’t think it was Santa?”

“Does that matter? Someone thinks very highly of you to want to nurture your belief, maybe not in Santa only, but in a world beyond that which you typically know. In my culture, we’d say you were blessed.”


“You received, and there was no expectation of return.”

“Oh.” Joy scowled. “I hope Santa—I hope he enjoyed me, too.”

Chuckling, Sophia interjected, “I’m sure he did. Who wouldn’t? May I look at your palm a moment?”

“Of course.” Joy tried not to tense. This was part of what she’d hoped for when she’d decided to seek out Sophia, but she probably wouldn’t have asked.

Sophia’s features were blank. “You do seem to be at a crossroads.”

“A crossroads,” Joy squeaked. “What kind of crossroads?”

“I’m not positive. Love and career seem mixed up. Ah,” Sophia smiled softly, “so your first love was a woman.”

Joy blinked and then shrugged. “My roommate during my sophomore year of college gave me a vibrator for my birthday and then showed me how to use it. You’re right. I was in love. Unfortunately, Mary Beth got pregnant four months later.”

“There were others?”

“One.” Joy’s mouth went dry. She hadn’t realized her knees had clamped tightly around one of Sophia’s knees. She tried to unlock her grip and then gave up trying.

Sophia grinned at her openly. “It is good to love a woman now and then. I’ve often found if I only love a man or only love a woman, I’m out of balance. How about you?”



Hot Swinging Stories for the Sexually Fluid!

Here’s a fascinating quote from a blog about a Scientific American research article on bisexuality: “Interestingly, [the author] also found that as women age, they become more aware of their sexual fluidity, and thus tend to turn more toward bisexuality than away from it.”

That would definitely be true at our house, where we discovered a few years back that both of us love to read f/f erotic scenes as well as sizzling m/f scenes. It wasn’t much of a leap from reading them to writing them – and once we’d opened up that possibility, new ones beckoned: three-way, four-way and more, in all sorts of combinations, crafted for heightened erotic excitement. Writing them is a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it!

For sure it’s true in the home of Jennifer Andrews, heroine of our Swinging Games series at Extasy Books. Discovering her bisexuality is the main reason Jen and her husband ventured into the swinging world at mid life. Reviewers at Whipped Cream, San Diego Erotica Books Examiner and Fallen Angels Reviews all agree the series is a smashing success!


San Diego Erotica Books Examiner  – Four Stars!

This is a sexual tale of a woman named Jennifer, who discovers after many years of marriage that she is bisexual. Her husband Brett, is more than happy to indulge her by getting into the swing of things. This story is hot … imagination takes on a life of its own. Don’t let this one pass you by. Excerpt


hookupsFallen Angel Reviews  – Five Angels!

Hookups is a fun quick read full of sexual fantasies, lust and passion. If Adriana Kraft writes to entertain, she has succeeded with Hookups… While the sex scenes are explicit, Ms. Kraft handles the content well. She has managed to write a unique love story with a twist. The characters are well rounded, each with their own idiosyncrasies that endear them to the reader. I’m interested to see if we are going to find out more about Jen and Brett and their band of merry swingers; I hope so. Excerpt



 Whipped Cream Reviews  – Four Cherries!   
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I started reading A Tempting Taste Swinging Games 2. The title pretty much summarized the premise, but my oh my, did I underestimate just how scorching hot those next seventy or so pages were going to be!…Brett and Jen are not your typical gorgeous twenty or thirty-year olds. They are in their fifties, and some of their “partners” are older than that. It was also refreshing to read, and is something that is rarely found…This is something you read when you want straight up hotness, because there is plenty to go around! Excerpt

The next installment in the series will be out in just two weeks, on November 15:

What happens when the neighbors find out? Jen and Brett Andrews’ swinging world turns upside down when it comes too close to home – will their friends keep their secret? Will they have to stop swinging, or worse yet, move? What if the friends want to join in? Delectable complexities unfold as Jen and Brett continue their swinging adventures!

Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite:

“Most every time I try to fall asleep I think of you with another woman.” Donna slanted a finger across Jen’s lips. “Please, I have to tell you. I admit I’m so jealous. I’ve dreamed about us together before. I hadn’t had that dream for years until recently. Then I’d wake up feeling so guilty I didn’t know if I could face you. Now I wake up soaking wet, certain we’ve been making love for hours and that you left before I could awaken fully.”


Donna’s finger slipped into Jen’s open mouth.

Was it reflex, instinct or lust? With her eyelids closed, Jen didn’t spend much time trying to explain why she was suddenly sucking Donna’s finger deeper into her mouth.

“That feels so good,” Donna cooed.

Jen heard Donna scooting closer. She kept her eyes closed hoping not to frighten or encourage her friend. She felt Donna’s warm breath on her cheek. And then her best friend’s lips brushed against the corner of Jen’s mouth.


Double the Swing!

We’ve got two hot swinging releases due for release on September 1!

Swinging Games, 0ur Swinging Series at Extasy Books, chronicles the discoveries of a mid-life couple as they explore the many options of the swinging lifestyle. Jennifer and Brett Andrews got into swinging in part so Jen could experience her bisexuality through more than just books and videos – but each adventure takes them deeper into their relationship and pushes the boundaries of their sexual expression. We’re having a terrific time writing their story – hope you enjoy it too!


A little voyeurism, some role-playing, a taste of m/m, ménage for three and four – is this more than they signed on for? No longer novices, Jennifer and Brett Andrews reach a little deeper into the swinging world. When the evening’s over, will they still go home together, and what will happen next?

Here’s a brief excerpt – another will go up on the Extasy website September 1:

Between giggles, Jen called out, “Ned, you better decide what you want us to do next. I can’t hold this position very much longer. I’m beginning to feel like a pretzel.”

“Patience, woman,” Ned chided. “The way Elizabeth is going after your pussy, you must be an incredibly tasty pretzel.”

Resting on her shoulders with her feet raised over her head and her toes nearly touching the mattress behind her, Jen toyed with Elizabeth’s ears as she continued burrowing in and out of her sex with tongue and fingers. Both of them had come several times in the past twenty minutes or so. Just as Elizabeth was eating her, so was Brett eating Elizabeth. She’d heard his muffled groans sounding as if he was between agony and ecstasy. While he loved oral sex, he must be dying to sink his cock into Elizabeth. Ned hadn’t issued that command yet.

“You’re a slave driver,” she muttered to Ned, flexing more vigorously against Elizabeth’s tongue.

“That’s the point.”

Jen saw Ned grin gleefully at the tableau of human flesh he’d created, clearly enjoying himself.




At Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, we’re primed for the release of Book Three in our Meghan’s Playhouse series, April Swings. We’ve been following the antics of our modern-day Aphrodite, Meghan Keenan, as she brings other couples together in her unique and personal way: by swinging with them. She’s left New York City temporarily to perform on a cruise ship. Here’s a peek at what she’s up to:



April Day deeply loves her husband Derek, but something’s missing. To spice things up she books them on a Caribbean cruise for their seventh anniversary. She’s not sure what she’s looking for, but she knows she’s found it as soon as she spots the delectable sprite of an actress who stars in the ship’s daily shows.

Meghan Keenan’s having a blast with her latest squeeze, Josh Hendricks, who writes and directs the shipboard main shows. Should she turn down April’s request to heat up her marriage? And if she accepts, where will Josh fit in?

Derek is stunned by his wife’s brash pursuit of the hot young actress. Must he match her boldness to keep her from leaving him?

Excerpt, in  darkened corner of the cruise ship bar and lounge:

“Does your wife come noisily in public places?” Meg asked.

Derek shook his head.

“No, she doesn’t make noise?”

“No, she doesn’t come in public places.”
            Meg’s laughter was high pitched. “You think. From the feel of her panties, I’d say she’s already creaming. Aren’t you, April?”

April nodded. Her eyebrows shot up as Meg’s fingers wiggled against her bikini clad mound.

“Do you think we should put her to the test?” Meg asked Derek.

He shook his head. “What I think doesn’t seem to matter.”

Meg shrugged. “It’s your call, girl.”

April chewed on her bottom lip and eased Meg’s finger under her panty.

Meg lifted her glass with her other hand and toasted her drinking partners. “I believe we’ll have an answer soon enough. Your wife is dragging my fingers along her very wet slick vulva. I’m not doing a thing, but your wife is fucking herself with my fingers.”

April breathed through her nose as she tried to rock discreetly against the finger she’d inserted in her pussy. “Help me,” she whispered at Meg.

“Your wife wants my help. Can you believe that?” Without looking at April, Meg dragged a finger across April’s clit. On the third pass, April lurched forward and hunched over the table. She gasped for air. Meg withdrew her fingers.

“May I help you,” their waiter asked. “Are you seasick?”

April tried to focus on the concerned man. “No…,” she managed to say. “I’m fine. I must’ve swallowed my drink wrong.”

“That happens. Would anyone like anything else?”


Another excerpt will be posted at the Whiskey Creek Torrid Website September 1!

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