xoxo: Sweet and Sexy Romance

xoxo: Sweet and Sexy Romance

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by Kristina Wright

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Sexy, sweet, and short, this collection of erotic romance is a box of Valentine conversation hearts, filled with fun surprises and unusual twists. With over 30 authors in the anthology and stories from Sommer Marsden, Kathleen Tudor, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Elizabeth Coldwell, Saskia Walker, and Cheyenne Blue, XOXO is a Whitman’s sampler of decadent delights and


Sexy, sweet, and short, this collection of erotic romance is a box of Valentine conversation hearts, filled with fun surprises and unusual twists. With over 30 authors in the anthology and stories from Sommer Marsden, Kathleen Tudor, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Elizabeth Coldwell, Saskia Walker, and Cheyenne Blue, XOXO is a Whitman’s sampler of decadent delights and the perfect introduction to erotic romance.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Three-dozen short-short erotic stories depict brief moments of sexual intensity in a collection that editor Wright (Duty and Desire) describes as "a box of multi-hued candy hearts." The majority of the stories feature established heterosexual lovers, reconnecting, as in Sommer Marden's "Soldier Boy"; repeating the things they love best, as in Rachel Kramel Bussel's "Puzzle Pieces"; or spicing it up, as in Elizabeth Coldwell's "Miss Organized." A few queer stories, like Sacchi Green's charming "Gargoyle Lovers," and a few casual first times, like Veronica Wilde's "One Hot Wet Night," broaden the focus a bit but seem slightly out of place. Well-composed vignettes with just enough setup provide a little inspiration for the reader who is hopping into bed alone, or for lovers reading aloud to one another to kick off a night together. (Feb.)
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"Well-composed vignettes with just enough setup provide a little inspiration for the reader who is hopping into bed alone, or for lovers reading aloud to one another to kick off a night together."
Publishers Weekly

"If you’re a Kristina Wright fan, this is another lovely collection. If you’re just discovering her, then XOXO is a fantastic anthology to start with. No one does erotic romance like Kristina Wright."
—City Book Review

"Erotic, romantic, and sweet and saucy!"
—Hanging off the Wire

"These tales of sweet sexiness depict a wonderful range of encounters."
—Geeky Nymph

"Perfect for an afternoon delight, these are bite-size short stories, with several coming from the genre’s best-known writers."
—Retail Me Not

"The bite size stories make for a fun pleasurable bedtime story foreplay for kinky readers to get into the mood."
—La Crimson Femme

"The stories are a great length for sharing with a partner as an aperitif to some sexy fun. One or two and you’ll be ready and raring to go!"
—Cara Sutra, reviewed by Victoria Blisse

"This collection of 38 short and sweet stories will both light your heart up and light it on fire."
—Books a la Mode

"xoxo: Sweet and Sexy Romance is another fantastic anthology from Cleis Press. Thirty-eight contributions promise something for everyone: Married couples, friends to lovers, reunited lovers, lesbian couples, May-December, interracial couples, kinky sex, and exhibitionism, just to name a few."
—Ms. Romantic Reads

"xoxo is the perfect book to share with that special someone."
—Networking Witches

"xoxo: Sweet and Sexy Romance is the perfect gift for your lover or even yourself. Packed full of romantic stories with a spicy twist, xoxo is an anthology that’s sure to get you in the mood for a romantic evening."
—Kink Etc.

"If you want to skip past the soap-opera stories and get right to the juicy stuff, then you should probably pick up Best Erotic Romance, the first anthology to offer stories where the sexual and the romantic are entwined. ... All the stories have an optimistic ending that will leave a song in your heart and a smile on your lips—the passionate, emotional encounters will leave you breathless."
—Erotic Readers and Writers Association

"A thought-provoking and entertaining gamut of tales that encompass all stages of romance. A wonderful range of stories that tell erotic tales of new love, the fears accompanying the start of a marriage, pregnancy, stolen moments from child-rearing, the antidote to stagnation in a relationship, the pain of broken dreams and the fear of commitment. A enjoyable reminder that romance and eroticism are synergistic and healthy elements of a relationship."
—Night Owl Reviews

"They don't come much more wicked than Kristina Wright." (Erotica

"Kristina is a phenomenal writer... she has the enviable ability to tell a story and simultaneously excite her readers." (Erotica Readers and Writers Association)

"Kristina Wright knows how to spin a yarn that keeps the readercaptivated." (Coffee Time Romance)

"Kristina Wright is a gifted writer... [who] shows her talents to tell a powerful story with deft subtlety." (Erotica Readers and Writers)

"A budding force to be reckoned with." (The Romance Reader)

"She shows how sexy the simple exchange of words can be when in the hands of an accomplished author." (Erotica Readers and Writers Association)

"Kristina Wright delivers taut, breakneck pacing with snappy dialogue." (Book Page)

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Friend of the Court
Kelly Rand

It was after seven. Custodians had turned off some of the office lights and a vacuum cleaner hummed down the hall. Koryn’s phone blinked with an unchecked voicemail message. Under the desk, she’d kicked off her high heels. Her lower back ached from sitting all day.
But she stayed late because Craig was staying late.
His office nameplate read “Craig Malcolm, Criminal Defense Attorney,” and Koryn’s skin crawled when she heard even snippets of conversations about his cases. Husbands who beat their wives to death. Men caught with hard drives full of material Koryn could hardly imagine, let alone examine as evidence. She imagined that was why his jaw seemed so stiff and his blue eyes so hard. He had short blond hair, a closet full of Armani suits and a body like a runner. And he was older than her. A lot older.
Koryn was 23. Craig had turned 37 earlier that week, a fact he only acknowledged after she sent him a text message asking if he wanted to have dinner. They always had dinner in his office, never outside of work. He never had time for a restaurant, and she didn’t want to ask for fear of it sounding like a date. For his birthday, she’d brought two cartons of food and two sets of chopsticks from a Thai place near her apartment. He’d unwrapped the chopsticks and tried them for a minute before tossing them aside. His fuse was too short—his impatience too tried—to bother with the extra hassle.
She rubbed her feet against the carpet and hit the button to illuminate her iPhone. When Craig needed her, he’d send a text from his Blackberry like he did during his meetings or between court appearances. When the latter happened, she liked to imagine him sitting in a row of lawyers in the courtroom, the waiting public slumped in the gallery behind him until they heard the words, “All rise.”
But right now, her iPhone only showed her the wallpaper image of her cat. She glanced back through the darkened desks and saw his closed office door. By her calculation, three associates were still at work, but none of them worked for Craig. They sat in cubicles down partially illuminated hallways, people Koryn only saw when they walked past her to the elevator, keys jingling as they barely looked at her.
She tapped the Facebook icon on her phone and checked her messages there. A guy she’d met at a bar six months ago with her friend Tamara had sent her a smiley face. Koryn had been too polite to decline his Facebook friend request. Even as she’d chatted with him at the bar that night, she’d remembered a time when Craig had taken her in the back seat of his Lexus.
She scrolled to a new message from Tamara. What color is your boyfriend’s tie today? Koryn smiled. She had told Tamara once, in a moment of weakness, that she wanted Craig to invite her to dinner—just some hint that she represented something other than casual sex. And he always had a different colored tie. She’d touched his ties several times, sliding them out of their knots and discarding them before she undressed the rest of him.
The phone vibrated beneath her fingertip, shivering in its sleek black case. She closed the Facebook app and saw a text from Craig. Come in if you’re not busy.
She palmed the phone and slipped her feet back into her shoes, heading across the carpet to his office and opening the door.
Craig sat at his desk, his head in his hand as he looked at the glowing screen. He liked to keep the overhead light off, illuminating the room with only a lamp by his computer. He’d cleared his desk of papers and folders. He’d even tucked the framed photo of his daughter—the product of a distant divorce—into one of his drawers.
“Long day?” she asked.
He took a noticeable breath and swiveled his chair away from the computer. “Yeah. You?”
“I answer the phones. How long can my day be?”
He sat back in his chair, folding his hands in front of him as she felt the weight of his blue gaze on her. His face visibly softened when he looked her over like this. She saw it in the way his brow stopped furrowing and a small smile played on his lips. “Come here.”
Her heels clacked on the floor as she walked around and leaned against the desk in front of him. He ran his hands up her legs, under the hem of her skirt, and rested them on her hips. His eyes looked large and different. Softer somehow.
He reached her panties—red lace especially for this, for him—and slid them down her legs. Neither of them spoke. She stepped out of them, one foot at a time, before he lifted her and she sat on the edge of the desk.
No words were necessary as he pulled her forward so she fell back onto her elbows. She kept her eyes on him as he shoved her skirt to her hips, planting a stream of kisses along the inside of her thigh.
Already she breathed heavier. Already she bit the inside of her lip in anticipation. A dozen guys hitting on her at bars couldn’t match this moment. She knew what his tongue would feel like when it reached between her legs and she held her breath when his mouth hovered over her.
“Come on,” she hissed.
A light, slick flick of his tongue over her clit rewarded her, moving in little teasing circles.
She dropped her elbows out from under her and arched her back against the desk until her hair hung over the edge of the desk. He parted her legs and forced them into a V in the air. He always made her come like this. He insisted, even. Koryn secretly thought he loved the control—the ability to see how, in that moment, he’d won even when he lost in court.
He slipped two fingers inside of her, moving them rhythmically as she felt that familiar feeling of him licking her to orgasm. A quiet, breathy moan felt heavy in her chest, but when it reached the air, it barely materialized. She wondered sometimes if she ever dripped on his desk, marking important documents with their secret. She’d certainly been wet enough, and undressed enough, and both were his fault.
Her thighs trembled when she came, and she gathered her breath to slide off the desk and drop to her knees. She always reciprocated for just as long, if not longer.
But there wasn’t time. She felt his erection slip easily into her, pushing all the way to the hilt and causing another moan.
“I needed this,” he whispered. “I needed to see you.”
She opened her mouth to respond but he’d already established a rhythm, knocking his hips against her as she fondled her breasts through her dress. She kept her eyes closed, but she could feel his, taking her in with that blue gaze as she arched her hips and prayed for more.
It always felt deeper on the desk—smoother and more on target than anywhere else. The computer monitor blinked in her peripheral vision. She tilted her head and looked back at the blinds as she felt him dig his fingers into her hips and come deep inside of her.
They only waited a moment before she sat up. Even after work hours, they didn’t stay like this for long. As she pulled on her underwear and watched him adjust his tie. It was crimson today. Crimson like a rose petal.
She reached out and undid the knot, sliding off the tie and dropping it on the desk. “Work is over, you know.”
He looked at the tie, his jaw firm, his hands drifting up and down her legs as if he needed the soft skin-on-skin contact. When he looked up at her, she tilted forward and kissed him. The softness sparked nerve endings, marking the dawn of new need.
He looked at her in close proximity. Koryn cleared her throat and willed herself to maintain eye contact. She wouldn’t shy away from it. Not today.
“I want to go out for dinner this time,” she said. “Not just sex. I want to date you.”
His gaze slipped away from her and back again before he answered. For a long, tense moment, her heart beat heavy in her chest. No, she thought. The answer is no.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’ve probably always wanted to ask you that.”
Both of their smiles grew as she slid off the desk, waiting for him to grab his jacket before she took his hand and led him to the door.
“Down the street,” she said. “I feel like Thai tonight.”

Meet the Author

Kristina Wright (kristinawright.com) is an award-winning author whose erotica and erotic romance fiction has appeared in over seventy-five anthologies, including three editions of Cleis Press’s Best Women’s Erotica, including the forthcoming Best of Best Women’s Erotica 2, and four editions of Best Lesbian Erotica. Her work has also appeared in Bedding Down: A Collection of Winter Erotica (Avon Red); Dirty Girls: Erotica for Women (Seal Press); the Black Lace collections Seduction, Liaisons and Sexy Little Numbers; and five editions of the Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica. Kristina is a member of the Erotica Readers and Writers Association, Romance Writers of America, and Passionate Ink. She also received the Golden Heart Award for Romantic Suspense from RWA for her first novel Dangerous Curves. With a BA in English and MA in Humanities with an emphasis on women’s studies and popular culture, Kristina teaches both English and Humanities at the college level. She lives in Chesapeake, VA. Bedded Bliss "Whether you're looking for ideas to spice up your marriage or you're simply a fan of well-written and imaginative erotica, this book turns up the heat." —Publishers Weekly "This book presents valuable advice for couples yearning to maintain magic in their marriages." —ForeWord Reviews "All I can say to that is; thank goodness for Bedded Bliss! This book gives all of us monogamous people total rights to be publicly braggadocios once again! It acknowledges (with refreshing intelligence) that monogamy in not only admirable, it is HOT!" —Rose Caraway, host of the Kiss Me Quicks podcast "This book is important. It fills a gap not only on the bookshelves, but in our discussions about relationships and how intimacy changes across our life spans. This is a key guide to long-term couples who’ve weathered storms together, who’ve built their lives together, who’ve loved and lusted together and intend to for the rest of their lives." —Geeky Nymph "This celebration of long-term, committed relationships gathers real-life experiences, practical advice, a dash of humour, and a lot of sexy erotica to show couples how to build attraction and love throughout a relationship." —Good for Her

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