Lust Bites Anthology Collection - Volume One Help TEB celebrate our 1st anniversary with the Lust Bites Collections in eBook and print. A collection of all of the short stories released throughout the year 'Amuse Me' by Lexie Davis One woman's inspiration comes from the realities of her life, mixed with a little fantasies of her own. With her latest erotic romance due, author Megan Bradshaw develops a bad case of writers block. In a time crunch she bases her latest story off her last failed relationship adding a ...
Lust Bites Anthology Collection - Volume One Help TEB celebrate our 1st anniversary with the Lust Bites Collections in eBook and print. A collection of all of the short stories released throughout the year 'Amuse Me' by Lexie Davis One woman's inspiration comes from the realities of her life, mixed with a little fantasies of her own. With her latest erotic romance due, author Megan Bradshaw develops a bad case of writers block. In a time crunch she bases her latest story off her last failed relationship adding a little fantasy of her own, making it one hot book. The book becomes a bestseller and gains the attention of Blake Lockland, CEO of Quicksand Books, her publisher. Megan never expected such a strong attraction to one man, much less her publisher, but the instant chemistry sparked a dance of seduction guaranteed to ignite imagination and gain plenty more best sellers. After all, didn't they always say write what you know? But Blake wants a commitment Megan's not sure she's ready to give. Will he be like all the past failed relationships, and only good for her muse? Or will he spark much more than her creative imagination? 'Faithful Beginnings' by Lacey Thorn Book one in The Debtor's Daughters Series Faith has spent her life since the age of nine playing the role of mother to her four younger sisters. Now as her twenty first birthday approaches she knows that all of that is about to change. Her father never wanted girls and when her mother died during the birth of yet another daughter, he made a vow. If he had to have daughters then he would use them to get what he wanted most…sons. So on their twenty first birthdays they are to be married off to the man of his choice, whether they like it or not. But Faith has bigger dreams than spending her life living in the small town community that sees nothing wrong with her father's dictates. So leaving her sisters behind, she heads down the road, for once more afraid to stay than to face the unknown. When a thunderstorm sends her into the woods outside town looking for shelter she finds herself in the arms of Jake Daniels. She's seen him in town a time or two but never really spoken with him. But Jake has been waiting to get her out from under her father's eyes for years and he is determined to use this chance to show her just how good things could be between them. With a little faith, they can both have everything they want. 'Lust Detector' by Ann Cory Caught again for speeding, Savannah Scott is surprised when Officer Alec Downs insists she follow him to the police station. Worried she has gone too far with her flirtatious ways on the road, she obeys him and finds herself in a small room handcuffed to a strange looking contraption he calls the Lust Detector. 'Hot and Humid' by Shermaine Williams With a life as dull as dishwater, Jeanette takes a spontaneous holiday to the sunny Caribbean seeking some adventure, but will she get more than she bargained for? Desperate to inject some life into her dull as dishwater existence, Jeanette heads to Grenada for some sun and adventure. She finds herself falling into the usual habit of sunbathing and not much else until a chance encounter with a wild character changes her mind about sticking with the status quo...
'Misery Loves Company' by Ellen Ashe Every cry for help is heard even when no one is there. Uncontrollable events and too many bad decisions have pushed Lola to the brink of self-destruction. To help break away from her depression she rents an isolated picturesque cottage, to rest, meditate, and explore a new passion- art. It is a valiant effort to start life again. But she isn't alone in her misery. A shadow moves, a voice calls, a hand reaches for her from beyond. She has awakened another, a dark unearthly man, whose tortured existence is wracked with pain. Barriers of time and space crack as their empathy and their passions explode. Once promises are made, however, she discovers just how horrifying her circumstances have become. Misery loves company, especially when reality dissolves. 'Confessions of a Nympho' by Ashley Ladd In an effort to promote her books, erotic romance author Tatiana Reece decides it will up her blog traffic if she starts a new blog in which she pretends that her personal life is as racy if not more racy than her novels. She calls it "Confessions of a Nympho" and she makes up some really hot, spicy stuff. When tax season rolls around and she makes her annual visit to her accountant, Ace, the junior accountant handling her case—who has long been secretly in love with her—discovers her blog. Using an alias, Ace begins a torrid online affair with Tatiana that moves into a real world affair. One problem. Ace disguises himself and when she discovers his true identity, she'll be furious.
You have an energy, the Clairvoyant told me. "People are attracted to you because of it." She paused. "Both living and dead." This revelation was shared with me not so long ago. Looking back on forty some years I could see how this simple statement could explain much. Strangers who feel comfortable telling me their problems, children who smile and take my hand, even stray animals- unapproachable- yet they respond to the sound of my voice. But most of all it has been that sense that I am never alone. A voice when no one is there, footsteps following me, my name called out in an empty house, a weight sitting on my bed in the dead of night… "You are an old soul," she smiled. "It comes through in your creativity." I write because my mind has always been a tumultuous rush of noise- voices- continually chattering. One by one these ‘people’ have come forward to tell me ‘their’ stories. I listen and I type. I wonder sometimes just how thin the line is between reality and madness. Yet I believe in what is unseen. I believe that shadows move. Each voice has a story, and I am pleased that they have faith in me to tell those stories. I believe in them because they believe in me.
Ann Cory is an accomplished author and writes urban fantasy, paranormal, shape-shifters, vampires, fantasy, alternative, and BDSM, along with historical and contemporary to mix it up a bit. When she isn’t concocting a magical seduction story, she writes poetry, reads, and spends time with her husband and son playing games and watching movies. She also enjoys interior decorating, cooking and making wine.
Lexie’s love for writing began when she wrote her first play in fourth grade. With a big imagination and love for creating worlds, she wrote several more scripts that have placed first in contests. She loves to read but didn’t pick up a romance novel until high school and fell in love with the genre. Now she writes steamy stories, with heartfelt characters, letting her imagination take her wherever it may go.
Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.She's been told she has a wicked sense of humour and often incorporates humour and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.
Lacey Thorn spends her days in small town Indiana the proud mother of three. When she is not busy with one of them she can be found typing away on her computer keyboard or burying her nose in a good book. Like every woman she knows just how chaotic life can be and how appealing that great escape can look. So toss aside the stress and tension of the never ending to do list. For now sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride with Lacey. It’s your world…unlaced.
In her early thirties and a born and bred Londoner, Shermaine Williams has loved reading since she was a child. She began writing relatively recently after becoming bored with the career that came after finishing university.She writes contemporary erotic romance, telling tales of characters that she hopes people can see themselves in. She gets inspiration from the most unassuming acts that people all around her don’t realise they are performing. Stories with a twist always get her attention.In addition to fiction, she also writes other pieces that are positively mundane by comparison.
Amuse Me Wilmington, North Carolina I sat at my computer stuck in a writing rut and listening to the Eagles on my iPod. My boyfriend had left me at the same time I was due to turn in my latest erotic romance to my editor—and I had nothing. I massaged my temples hoping something would strike a chord in my brain. A mere spark of an idea that would be fun to write, fun to read and leaving my fans breathless and begging for more. The more I thought about it, the harder it was to convert my thoughts to the blank computer screen. The blinking curser mocked me as I stared at the white page. Dammit, Rich may have fucked my life up but he wasn’t going to take a way my passion for writing. I wouldn’t let him, no matter what it cost. In high school, young love blooms like tulips in the spring—sometimes developing into loving, lasting relationships and sometimes setting one up for heartache. Rich, I thought, would be the loving lasting relationship kind of guy but, boy, was I wrong. We’d dated throughout high school and college. I’d heard sex changed the relationship, but I was stupid and naive. Rich was a sexual being and aroused feelings within me no other man had. If only those feelings had been mutual. I’m twenty-five years old and it took me seven years to discover the man I’d thought I loved—the mushy, gushy kind of love—had cheated on me. Not once or twice—no that was too easy. He’d fucked every girl he’d come in contact with. For six months he’d been out of my life, yet he still haunted my dreams. I’d found out two days ago, from my best friend, that his latest conquest was having his baby. The more I thought about it, the more I hated him. I wanted payback. I needed it for some weird reason. I started typing, letting my anger fuel the words on paper, my fingers flying across the keyboard as my thoughts sputtered from my brain. For once in my life, I was taking all the writing advice I’d thought was crap and putting it to good use. I wrote what I knew. I made my real life story an act of fiction. A few hours later I’d plotted, planned and brainstormed about all the events I’d experienced and a few from my imagination as well. I had a five-page plan of events, a storyline and the perfect ending. Funny, how something so obvious was hidden right under my nose. My side of the story mixed with a little imagination would be my vengeance. After all, paybacks always were hell… Excerpt From: Hot and Humid “Jeanette…Jeanette, de bus comin’,” my aunt called with an unnecessary sense of urgency. I had heard the music playing but ignored it on the basis that music was always playing and anyway, I was busy getting ready. Taking another quick look at myself in the mirror, I wondered whether it was wise to wear shorts, but it was too late now. Besides, the shorts were quite long and baggy and served to cover my ample backside—known as ’The Bubble’—pretty well. Despite the music blaring from the speakers, the driver still felt the need to announce his presence by beeping the horn, which didn’t please Aunt Yvonne. When I had called her to ask if I could come and stay, she made it seem like I was being ridiculous by even asking. She was happy to accommodate me on my whim. In order to briefly escape from the rut that was my life, I’d decided to take a spontaneous holiday in my parents’ native Grenada, determined to have as much fun as possible before returning to my life of work, bills, cold weather, useless men and general malaise. A life that was just too damn boring for words. Once I’d made the decision to go away, there was no question that I would opt for anywhere other than The Isle of Spice. I’d been several times before, though not for a few years, and just felt comfortable. It was like coming home. Sometimes I liked to imagine what my life would have been like if I was born here, if I emigrated even, but alas, it was merely a pipe dream. I have a mortgage to concern myself with now. Grabbing my rucksack, I hurried out of the bedroom in time to hear my aunt complaining about the apparent impertinent gesture. “Wha’ da damn man blowin’ for?” I could only smile, knowing that as cantankerous as she seemed, she was a lovely woman. She had organised this day out for me. Usually when I’m in Grenada my time is spent either visiting family and friends or lying on the beach. But when I told her that I wanted to enjoy myself and blow off some steam, she told me about a man she knew who might be able to help in that regard. He worked at one of the hotels in St. Georges and organised the excursions for ‘de rich people an’ dem’. Although I wasn’t staying at the hotel, he agreed to get the mini-bus to stop off and pick me up for a day of hiking in the mountains. Now I’m not the fittest person in the world, but even if I was, who in their right mind goes hiking in this heat? And that’s coming from a sun worshipper! But Aunt Yvonne was still enthusiastic on my behalf, saying it would be nice for me to see some parts of the island that I hadn’t seen before. It was a good point, so I tried to put my apprehensions aside and enjoy it. Besides, I could probably do with getting in shape—my figure wasn’t exactly attracting any fine specimens—and what better way to start than to go for a hike? With a quick hug and kiss, I said bye to my mum’s sister before stepping out into the blazing sun. As I skipped down the few steps from the veranda, I felt rather strange wearing socks and hiking boots in this weather. “Take care, you hear.” She stood on the veranda watching me leave, and I replied by giving her a quick wave as I approached the mini-bus. It looked full up and I don’t know why, but I was surprised by how many white people were on board. As he saw me approach, the driver got out and walked around to meet me, and he could only be described as a man mountain. He looked like no man I had ever seen before and though I could feel myself staring at him, I couldn’t look away. The men I had met back at home always tended to be too weedy or laden with a beer belly. But this guy could only be described as a tall, dark, broad vision of loveliness. Excerpt from: Misery Loves Company The interior was stark. One room. A worn couch, table, two chairs, a bureau, and a dusty rug covering the centre of the bar