How Sexy is this Writing Chick? VERY…

Eh – I just wanted to grab your attention. I love writing erotic romance and this started just about three years ago. For those you know really know me know I have this THING for Steve Perry from Journey. Lordie Lordie I could throw that man down on a bear skin rug and well…you know the rest. Anyway I will forever credit him with getting me back to writing after so many starts and stops and yes I have a sexy romantic book written about him I might go back to at some point. I’ve come a long way since then. I credit that completely to the wonderful team at Rebel Ink Press. Two years ago they took a chance on a nobody and to date I have over 60 in publication with them. I’m blessed to have a lot of them as best sellers too. In honor of their two year anniversary celebration there’s a 25% discount off of every title we have out, including all of mine at All Romance E Books.

I thought you might like a taste through the weekend of some of. First up – the three and where all this began…

TREATS IN A PLAIN BROWN WRAPPER

2011 Passionate Plumb Honorable Mention

Just how would you handle a naughty package delivered in a big brown box that you didn’t order?

BLURB

     It was fascinating how everything yummy seemed to come in plain brown wrapping. Indistinguishable. Just like the naughty little toys that Trista Rogers ordered for research for her erotic books, from her fantasy lover in chocolate brown – the UPS man. The dark cocoa hunk, Al Weatherby, had been on her hit list since he had taken over her route. Sometimes she ordered from the Internet just to tease him with her long red hair, creamy skin and naughty clothes when he arrived. Sadly, she had never tried anything with him…until one blustery fall day. Asking him inside for a frosty drink, the afternoon quickly turned…erotic. As sparks flew they both knew they wanted more. Or did they?

She planned another sinfully delicious event but another driver appeared, stating Al had disappeared. Nearly devastated, she had no idea what happened. Fortunately Trista quickly learned that the best surprises came in six foot something discrete brown boxes delivered on her doorstep. Al had everything under control. He brought his own special basket of toys…to help her with research of course and set out to use every one on her luscious body. Copious rounds of hot sex, a little voyeurism, bodacious amounts of experimentation and both Trista and Al knew deliveries would never be the same again.

REVIEW

FRAN LEWIS

 

“…Better yet, make sure you have a handsome stud or your significant other with you as you learn just how creative Al really is, how sizzling Trista’s own brand of seduction can be and a whole lot more. Depending on your wants and likes, you might find some of this painful, naughty or just plain exciting. For anyone that wants to read hot and spicy, you need to read this sensuous book by Cassandre Dayne. Make sure you are not alone!”

EXCERPT

     Trista felt like a juicy steak nestled on a silver platter. Her gaze fell to the bulge in his pants. She could easily tell his cock was pulsing against the thin material. There was no doubt he was burning hot and turned on as hell. She resisted the urge to reach out and slide her hand down his chest to cup his crotch. “Al, you okay?”

     “Um…”

     She smiled slyly and put her hand onto her hip. “How are you doing today, Al? Would you like to come in for a cold drink?” Or a wild little tryst between the sheets? Oh, down girl! Whew baby! Okay, so mixing business with pleasure was dangerous, but what the hell, she was a kinky girl, right? And she had waited far too long for this man. How many times had she thought about asking him out? Scaredy cat! Enough was enough. Trista wasn’t sure if he was dating anyone, but she had to try something, perhaps delicious decadent behavior.

     Al shivered. “Um…that would be thoughtful. Whew, long day.”

     “Come on in. Glad to be of service. I’m having a glass of wine. I know you’re still on duty but how about a cock…a Coke?” She stifled a giggle at her faux pas and grabbed a frosty can out of the fridge. “Glass?”

     “Not necessary.” As he grabbed the slickened can, Al shifted his eyes slowly down from her face to the point that they just hovered over her breasts. Glancing up, he licked his lips and took a long sip, keeping his eyes locked on hers. “Oh, here’s your package. Unfortunately it’s only part of the order.” He set the brown parcel down on the large island.

     She felt the sizzle of his gaze in direct correlation to her now dripping pussy. Oh boy, her panties were already soaked and she was only sharing a drink. “Oh pooh. Well, I guess you’ll be coming…back I mean.” Was she coming on to him? If her pointed nipples were any indication, she knew the answer and hell, so would he.

     He swallowed hard, coughing violently. His fingers bent the can and Coke spewed and he tried to catch the drops with the back of his hand. “So, um Trista? I never asked you, what do you do?”

     “I’m a writer.”

     “Excellent, what do you write?”

     “Oh, I write…saucy little stories mostly for women.” Every time she told a male that she wrote erotic stories, they instantly hit on her thinking she could perform all the acts she wrote about. Granted, as she stood staring at Al’s handsome face and the way his chiseled high cheekbones accentuated his full ruby lips, she had a feeling she could be sweet talked into doing every one of the wild fantasies she wrote about with him. “Yeah, you bring me tools of my trade that I order for research.” Tools of the trade? He brought her kinky little sex toys to use on a cold lonely night and couldn’t wait to see his reaction. Would that give her an indication that he was as wild and wicked as she was?

     “Oh, that’s fascinating.” His face flushed, but he managed to smile and take another sip. “I’m sure that keeps you overheated…um, overworked!” He took another long gulp of the soda in his hand and this time experienced a full-fledged choke.

     Overheated, huh? She knew he was in a state of arousal. Oh yeah. There was no mistaking his dick throbbing in those oh-so-skin-tight brown pants of his. Trista licked her lips wanting to explore his yummy, thick chocolate stick. Deciding there was no time like the present, she threw all caution to the wind and opened her mouth. “So Al, are you married or could a girl ask you out on a date or perhaps much more? Maybe a little sizzling afternoon nookie?”

     The remnants of the Coke flew out of his mouth and all over her sweater. Beads of perspiration tricked down his cheeks. “I…uh…oh shit sorry!” He jumped into action, slamming the can down on the counter and grabbing her kitchen towel. With frantic hands, he began to rub her chest, gliding over each breast, gathering the remnants of the almost non-existent soft drink.

     Trista purred. The closeness they shared sent the electricity humming around them into overdrive. She knew that he was about to do something irrational, totally sinful and she pushed. “Al? May I tell you that you are one hot and sexy hunk of a man?”

     He stopped in mid action and slowly lifted his eyes.

     “I’m serious.” Trista cooed.

     Al growled slightly and dropped the towel but continued touching her. Caressing her. He grazed his hand over her fully erect nipple, cupping her breast and kneading her through the soft folds of the racy sweater. “Did anyone ever tell you that you are stunning?”

HER SINFUL LONG LEGS 

Would your man know if you were hiding behind a mask, tempting him to taste his wildest fantasy?

BLURB

What could you give a man for his birthday that had everything? That was Brittany Cox’s daunting task. David Miller, her secret lover, had every expensive toy money could buy. On one snowy winter night after a wicked round of sex, he admitted that he wanted his friends to watch their passion. Unfettered, an idea was brewing. When he presented her to her neighbor, forcing her to have sex in the hot lights of her picture window, she developed a naughty plan of her own. Unfortunately on the night of his birthday, she had to work. As the stretch limo took David and three of his close friends to their secret destination, he was shocked.

The strip club was not his idea of the best place to be without her. As the guest of honor, he was given front row seats to the show. The masked vixen hired began her dance of seduction. When she attempted her version of a lap dance, he broke the rules and touched. Shoved into a darkened room, he was undressed and tied to a chair. The dance not yet over, the mysterious woman teased and tasted, enlisting help from his shocked friends in an audience full of hungry voyeurs. Horrified, David refused to enjoy the stunning woman and he knew that Brittany could never forgive him for such betrayal. What David could not know what that there was another beguiling secret yet to be revealed.

EXERPT

“No you don’t!” Brittany Cox scooted out of his reach only long enough to yank off her crimson lace bra before being jerked over his knees. Fully naked, she squealed in delight as his hand came down firmly across her bottom. Crack! She shivered and feigned fighting his action, but they both knew that she craved his firm touch. In truth, they loved their fiendish little playtime. As he spanked her in rapid, swift slaps, she moaned loudly. Melting from the intense pleasure, Brittany knew her bottom was becoming deliciously scarlet and yet he continued the serious discipline. “Oooohhh!”

“Such a naughty girl.” David let her go and eased her onto her knees, crushing his lips over hers in a manic kiss that took their breath away. When he broke the heat moments later, he traced a lazy circle with the tip of his tongue around her swollen lips until she sighed.

“What was that for?”

“Being late.”

Huffing, she pushed his naked body back onto the rug and gave him a saucy look. “You’re under my control tonight. Remember? You’re my toy to play with as I please. We decided.”

“Uh huh. I don’t think so.” David spread himself on the soft pelt and gazed into Brittany’s eyes, folding his arms behind his head. “You’ll get it later, bad girl.”

“Mmmm. I don’t think so.” No, Brittany had to come up with a rather nefarious plan. Although it had been on her mind for weeks, something was off. Nibbling on her bottom lip, Brittany faced a serious debate and she knew she had to figure it out. Soon. Time was of the essence and she had to make the present exactly what David wanted. Hovering over the man of her dreams, Brittany smelled David’s exotic cologne and let it fill her senses, making her cunt was as wet and hot as it had ever been. He always had that effect on her. She closed her eyes and imagined. Think girl, think. What sensuous and steamy gift could she give David for his birthday? The man had everything. Toys. Cars. Expensive jewelry. And he could buy anything he wanted. What in the world could she possibly give him that would sizzle his naughty boy tastes?

As Brittany leaned over David’s buff body and placed her hands on either side of his hips, a wicked thought about his present suddenly came to her shameless mind. After all, he was a risk taker. Right? She could give him one lascivious night where she would fulfill his every sexual fantasy. Brittany knew exactly what he yearned for, exhibitionism. Voyeurism. David relished kinky, uninhibited sex acts performed in front of his friends. The decadent thought was perfect and one he’d never officially disclosed, but Brittany knew what he craved from the rather perverse yet seductive poems he penned her late at night. David loved teasing her with tiny red foil bags full of treats that always included a tasty poem telling her exactly what he wanted to do to her in a steamy bath, in a car, on the beach – practically everywhere that his depraved mind could think of. The dichotomy of his rugged masculinity and the sensuous writings lit a fire of raw passion deep within her.

 Do it, do it, do it!

The little voice caught her off guard. While she certainly wasn’t shy, some of their best buddies might not understand just how wild and wicked David and Brittany could be. For various reasons they’d kept their torrid affair secret. Her rather scandalous idea would definitely place them directly in the white-hot spot light. And David had been hinting the last week relentlessly about taking their relationship into the light. In fact, the poem David had written the night before was nothing short of breathtaking and stuck in her mind.

I will ravage your delicious body until you moan

     I will breathe life into your essence, a shimmering well

     I shall make you mine as the others watch

     And yet, it shall be me falling into your heated spell

     Allow me to take you to new heights of pleasure

     And where we go from there is pure ecstasy

David Miller knew how to turn up the heat, but could she throw all her inhibitions aside? Brittany opened her eyes as he moaned slightly and traced just of the tip of her finger down over David’s muscular chest past the edge of his carved hipbones until she found the most heavenly looking shaft she’d ever tasted. With lazy movements, she circled the blood engorged cockhead seconds before she darted her tongue out for a taste. Tempting. As she savored David’s cock, Brittany knew the answer. Now she just had to put the mouth-watering pieces together without him finding out.

SHADOWS OF PANIC & WICKED DESIRE

Do you trust in your relationship to allow for something a touch and wicked?

 BLURB

Halle Tremont loved kinky sex. When the mysterious phone call came in the middle of a busy morning at her office commanding her to remove her panties, she was shocked, but she removed them. Unfettered by his shameless request, she stood in front of the window allowing her voyeur to see all of her as she engaged in a little play. There was little she wouldn’t do for the mystery man that garnered her attention and allowed her to revel in her kinky side. Her lover, Snake Brennon, wanted her hot and hungry and their wicked affair had thrown them into some interesting positions; making love in the middle of an elevator, at his construction site and in a restaurant bathroom. There was nothing they wouldn’t try. However, Snake knew what she really craved and with the help of her best friend and one very exotic party, set out to fulfill her every fantasy. The first? Being pampered by several hand selected masked male volunteers to pleasure her naked body in the glistening pool while the guests observed. The second? A night of uninhibited passion as she lay bound, gagged and blindfolded. Enlisting the help of the same secret lovers, he was determined to give her the most uninhibited night of her life. The questions remained, who were the stunning men and could she savor the salacious acts or would the final kinky event put an end to their relationship.

EXCERPT

Racing to the phone, Halle Tremont caught it on the fourth ring. “Yes,” she forced, slightly out of breath after from nearly running from the production room. She listened intently and the eerie breath sounds sluiced a hint of fear through her loins. Her pussy quivered knowing as if by instinct alone what was to come.

“Take your panties off.” The velveteen voice on the other end of the line dripped with danger and authority.

“What?” Halle paled and turned back toward her open office door. While it was private, it was also encased floor to ceiling in glass. She swallowed and her legs shook as the teeming activity of the company pulsed in front of her.

“Take your panties off, now! Finger that sweet little pussy of yours until you cum.” His tone wasn’t just commanding; it harbored the intensity of a famished man, and one that would force her to obey.

“I can’t,” she whispered softly, covering the mouthpiece as if the rest of her vacuumed world could hear the man that held the reins of control. Halle’s eyes fell to her skirt. The slit of a lavender thong was soaked from the naughty thought. The wafting scent of her sex sent electric pulses through her brain. This can’t be happening.

“Oh, but you can and you will.” He gave her another wicked laugh, but his sinister tone held nothing that would indicate humor.

“I…I have clients in today.” Halle panted in a more ragged whisper, the suffocating heat seeming to overwhelm her flushed system. Why she had worn a suit that day, she would never understand. Halle tried rationalizing his words and tried to control her screaming emotions. Her mouth ran dry from the shameless thought. “That’s too wicked. I just can’t.”

“You will do as I say.”

Halle’s eyes darted to the doorway. Would anyone see her? A sharp hiss drew her attention back to the phone.

“Okay.” She juggled the phone managing to shrug out of her Armani jacket, letting the crisp linen fall to the floor. Glancing at the group of business associates leaving the boardroom who seemed pleased with the latest contract, she shivered. Halle was a highly respected commercial property manager and partner in the firm of Stevens, Tremont and Foster. Her entire staff thought of her as nothing but organized, polite and reserved. Little did they know the kinky sex acts she craved. No one knew what lascivious acts she performed with the sexiest man she had ever known. Snake. Her nipples shifted against her filmy blouse sending shock waves through her pussy. One thing was certain. She was no longer the good girl they thought they knew and understood.

“You know what’ll happen if you don’t obey me? I will punish that sweet little ass of yours until you cannot sit for a week. Take them off now!”

“You’re watching?” Halle more accused than asked.

“Yes.” His chuckle was chilling.

Near panic set in. Dear God, why did she allow their sinful little games to start? That particular day had been nothing short of extraordinary. He’d stripped her naked in a public restroom in an Italian restaurant on their second date. The moment he thrust his thick cock into her tight pussy, she’d screamed creating a frenzy of activity. How she fondly remembered being driven into a manic state as the owner pounded on the locked door. Whew. That memory left her horny and hungry.

Stealing one last look at her employees, wishing she had agreed to the fifty thousand dollar blinds for her office, she turned toward the gleaming windows facing the street. Her office overlooked some of the river city’s most spectacular views and several of the recently refurbished offices were ominously close. Close enough for someone to see clearly into her office with a telescope or a high-powered camera lenses. She studied the building across the street squinting, trying to detect any activity. Trying to detect him. Like that would ever happen. He enjoyed playing cat and mouse and she was his prey. Why was it she was quaking when she knew damn good and well he couldn’t see her? But then again, he had recently upped the game to near dangerous levels of exposure and still he wanted more. Anything was possible.

“Now!” His voice now a growl, his clipped laughter shuddered through the phone.

Halle loved the slice of anxiety, the rush of pleasure every time he suggested another nefarious act, but today his request caught her off guard. “I…I have to put the phone down to do what you want.”

“So do it!”

She laid the phone down carefully on her desk. Now fighting the urge to turn around, she simply eased her lithe fingers up her quivering thighs to her thirty-dollar panties. Never would she have believed she would have either cared or spent so much on underwear before. And now, Victoria’s Secret regularly sent her coupons for her extended misuse of the angel VIP card. Halle maneuvered the thong down her hips, shimmying as she stood in front of her desk praying to God the expansive mahogany hid her scandalous actions.

Halle jerked the thin lace over her heels and held it up directly in front of the gleaming window. The sunlight of the early summer sun danced across the reflection. The scent of her hunger, pungent and spicy, hardened her nipples. She scanned the horizon, searching. Wishing. Could he honestly see her and her panties? Knowing his amazing capabilities, the resounding answer was yes. She tingled as a cool breeze wafted across her bare pussy.

Her hands shook as she picked up the receiver, barely able to form a coherent sentence. “I…can you see them?”

Snake growled. “Bad girl, I can see them. Fascinating. Tell me woman, did you know I’d be burning hot for you today? Did you know I’d want to play with you and make you cum for me? Do you know how stunning you look and how much I want to bury my dick inside your sizzling cunt? It is dripping your hot peaches and cream juice?”

Halle’s heated blood coursed through her system taking every cell prisoner as she batted her lashes and simply nodded.

So what do you think? I’ll put the purchase links JUST in case you’d like to snag a copy or two…

Kisses and happy reading   xxx

Cassandre

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About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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