Bring On the Heat
Erotic Romance Box Set
Publisher: C-Squared Publishing
January 2014 ASIN: B00HOHUUF2
Ten Novellas: 350,000 words
Bad Boys and Alphas and Handcuffs, Oh my!
Heat Rating
Explicit sex, ménage, bdsm
BLURB
A collection of erotic tales from today’s hottest authors, featuring BDSM love stories, ménage romps, and everything in between. No matter what your taste in erotic romance, we’ve got you covered and then some! Warning: These stories may require readers to seek out a cold drink and a hot man…
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AUTHORS AND THEIR NOVELLAS
Eden Bradley – Breaking Skye Contemporary BDSM
Cassandra Carr – Caught Contemporary BDSM
Stephanie Julian – An Indecent Proposition Contemporary ménage
Amber Kallyn – Burned (Dragos, book 1) Paranormal/shifter
Keira Kohl – Laundry Day Contemporary
Adriana Kraft – Cherry Tune-Up Contemporary ménage
Emma Lai – Riding Rodeo Contemporary Western ménage
Anh Leod – Clockwork Captive Paranormal/steampunk
Ann Mayburn – First Kiss Contemporary BDSM FemDom
Cari Quinn – Jingle Ball (More the Merrier book 1) Contemporary ménage
REVIEW SNIPPETS
Reviews for the Boxed Set:
“Hot can’t even begin to describe this book. Makes one want to say please Master may I have another!”
“Feel like I hit the jackpot with this boxed set!”
“I loved every single one! This collection is amazing! One hot steamy sexy story after another!”
Reviews for specific stories:
Cherry Tune-Up, by Adriana Kraft: “Well, after meeting Jack, no other man would ever come into my stream of consciousness again.”
First Kiss, by Ann Mayburn: “Super sweet fem-dom. I want a Ryan of my own.”
Caught, by Cassandra Carr: “The story picks up right away and keeps you on a roller-coaster.”
Breaking Skye, by Eden Bradley: “Together, we experience a beautiful story of love, healing and the power of a good, sexy spanking.”
SELECTED EXCERPTS
Riding Rodeo, by Emma Lai
The bell over the door tinkled as a new customer entered the bakery. When she glanced over the shoulder of her current customer, elderly Mrs. Thompson, Amanda Goodson’s breath caught. Bright afternoon sunshine from a beautiful late-spring day entered the storefront window and cast a delicious glow over the tastiest man Amanda had ever laid eyes on. A navy blue T-shirt clung to broad shoulders, a muscled chest, and six-pack abs. Brawny thighs strained the denim of a pair of faded jeans, and she knew from a previous encounter that the material hugged a firm ass.
She licked her lips. The rodeo was back in town.
When their gazes locked, Sean Cassidy winked. Thanks to the shirt, his eyes were more blue than gray, almost as blue as the clear sky over Houston today. He strode toward the counter with a slow rolling of hips, his cowboy boots―polished to a high sheen―clomping against the slate floor with each step. The rhythmic tattoo of his sexy walk called to mind their one headboard-banging-against-the-wall, marathon ride.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
She wasn’t sure if it was her heartbeat or echoes of her memory. Sweat moistened her palms, but it wasn’t sweat tickling the insides of her thighs. Damn the man. He could still make her cream her panties even though their one-night stand happened more than a year ago.
One year, six months, and some change, but who was counting?
Burned, by Amber Kallyn
The Other was here.
Lowering the truck window, Calla Dragos sniffed the chilly afternoon. Pine trees, asphalt. All overshadowed by the distinct stench of sulfur. Her stomach lurched, vileness rising to choke her. As she drove into the blink of a town, it grew stronger, overpowering all other senses.
Drawing closer to the Jasper Fire Department, she focused on keeping her clammy hands on the wheel, her concentration on the light traffic. Keeping her foot on the gas pedal, rather than slamming the brakes and fleeing.
How could he be here?
It was bad enough her job as an arson investigator brought her to this small, mountaintop town of Jasper, Arizona. Bad enough she’d left her family behind in the midst of yet another argument about her independence. The possibility of facing Eric brought tremors to her body.
Parking her cherry red pickup in front of the station, Calla shaded her eyes from the late afternoon sun and searched the colorful wood-front buildings. The stench faded.
Eric marked her, then fled. Like a coward. And he was a coward. She needed to remember that fact. Otherwise, the fear coiling in her heart would drive her batty.
After a couple deep breaths, she calmed the nausea a little. She could do this. She would do this. And if that bastard decided to show up, she’d face him with all her strength.
Calla stepped from the truck on shaky legs, smoothed her navy skirt and slipped on the matching jacket. Reaching across the seat, she grabbed her oversized black bag, which held a notebook, pens and her kit. After another soothing breath, filling her lungs with the crisp mountain air, she headed around the corner to the firemen’s entrance.
Giggles drew her attention to a group of barely-eighteen girls, scantily dressed. And the man they huddled near.
In nothing but low-slung jeans, the top button carelessly undone, the man gave off the rugged air of a male underwear model with a sexy, take me to your bedroom now look. His blond hair, slightly too long for a clean-cut look, dripped water, from a recent shower maybe. Or a drenching with the hose. The scruff on his chin, a shade darker than his hair, enhanced the bad boy aura.