Maci Dillon in the Spotlight

Author Spotlight:

Maci Dillon

Jan 16th  Jan 20th  

Maci Dillon is a self-confessed lover of chocolate, wine and mummy porn. A mother of three sporty children, Maci fits in writing between her family and full-time Marketing & PA business. Maci is a daydreamer who loves writing short, erotic scenes and loves reading M/M, ménage and sports romance. A true minx at heart, in her spare time you’ll often find her by the beach with a cocktail in hand.

 

 

Maci’s Minxes

 

Fail to Fight (Lessons in Love #1) by Maci Dillon

Debut Erotic Romance Novella

Cover Designer: RBA Designs #RomanticBookAffairs

An emotional story of unrequited love…

Chloe

Now, I ask you not to condemn the man I loved without knowing all the details. What he did was inexcusable and unforgettable, yes, but I wanted to forgive.

What I struggled with was why he left me scared and broken, without a fight.

With no goodbye, no closure. 

And without closure, there was no moving on.

Will

Visions of her would haunt my dreams for all eternity. That night destroyed my world and changed my life forever.

 

 

 

 

 

Excerpt

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Will grabbed my hand and led me toward a semi-hidden corridor at the secluded end of the establishment. “I can’t wait until tonight,” he told me as I followed willingly.

He slammed my back against the wall and covered my body with his much larger frame when we reached a point hidden from wandering eyes. “The sound of your soon-to-be name makes my cock so fucking hard for you, Chloe,” he growls. Possessing my mouth unapologetically, he devours my whimpers and with precision slips his hand beneath my dress to pull my panties to the side. 

Panting with need and already oblivious to anyone who might walk past and spot us, I happily spread my legs to allow him to work his magic. I would never deny him. I couldn’t. He owned me; mind, body and soul. And he knew it. 

Two fingers deep inside my soaking pussy, I grind myself against his hand. The heat of his kisses trail down my neck, across my collarbone and make their way to the tops of my breasts, driving me wild. His erection was hard against my midsection as he seduced me, almost to my knees. The harder he pumped his fingers, the louder I moaned until he took my mouth again and fucked me senseless with his tongue. 

In less than a minute I came completely undone around him, pulling at the short lengths of his dark hair, sucking at his tongue as I rode out my orgasm over his fingers. This man could take me anywhere, and the result was always the same. I couldn’t get enough of him. 

Swaying in my moment of ecstasy I started to unbuckle his belt to release the button on his jeans. I could feel how badly he needed a release too. 

“Fuck, little one. You’re so goddamn beautiful,” Will whispered into the cusp of my neck. 

The pocket of his shirt started to vibrate, he ignored it or didn’t notice as I took out his cock and began to stroke it. When it started again only seconds after it ended, I grabbed the phone and handed it to him. I slowly began to slide down the wall until I was crouched before him. Will watched with raw hunger in his eyes as I came to rest my ass on my heels to avoid marking my bare knees on the concrete floor. 

I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, his groan making my core wetter. “Answer it, Will.” The phone still buzzed in his hand. He groaned with displeasure and flicked open the phone. “Jamie, what’s up?” he breathed heavily into the phone as I took him deep into my mouth. 

I could vaguely hear Jamie laughing on the other end. “You, I’m guessing. Can’t you leave that poor woman alone for thirty minutes, man? Get your ass here, it’s your turn to buy drinks, and we’re thirsty fuckers.” 

Will grunted, slammed the phone shut and clutched my head while he guided himself in and out of my mouth with perfect, even strokes. 

It was no secret, our sexual appetite for each other. Even if we’d wanted to, we couldn’t hide it. We were in love.

Will was my drug.

His moans grew louder, and his hold on my head tighter. He was close. I could taste the pre-come when I flicked my tongue seductively in and out of the small opening at the tip. I pumped my fist up his length as I toyed with the head of his cock, licking, sucking and finally taking him all the way to the back of my throat. 

A deep growl rose from his chest and he began to drive his cock into my mouth at a fast pace.  I loved giving head, it was the only time he allowed me complete control. 

“That’s it, baby, yes,” Will panted. “I’m gonna blow.” I sucked harder and moaned around his cock until he emptied his load into me. Licking my lips, I looked at him from beneath hooded eyes. 

“So, I heard you’re buying,” I teased. 

Twice Unwrapped – An Erotic Christmas Menage

 

 

 

 

#erotica #menage #sexyChristmas

Jaynie Roberts unexpectedly finds herself facing another Christmas alone, nursing a sensitive heart and shattered ego.

When best friend Elle Prescott sacrifices her family holiday to stay in the city, Jaynie is completely oblivious to the deal Elle has made with her cousins in return.

The Bass twins, Mason and Xander, have marked Jaynie as theirs, long before now. With the brothers confident they are the ones to pull Jaynie from her man-hating funk, they won’t stop until they’ve broken down her barriers, unwrapped her insecurities and rescued the little minx held captive.

Unable to ignore the lust cursing through her veins and unwilling to walk away, Jaynie is powerless to stop Mason’s panty wetting seduction. Falling under his spell, Jaynie surrenders herself to a mind blowing night of passion that promises to push her limits further than she ever thought possible.

When Xander walks in, all alpha male, his mere presence demanding her attention, Jaynie is shocked and embarrassed at the way her body immediately responds to him.

At the mercy of two insatiable men, this promises to be a sinfully delicious, erotic encounter that will leave a fire in your panties, and a smile on your face.

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Author Spotlight: Amo Jones

AMO JONES – PLANS FOR 2017

What is Amo up to?

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Tentative Planned Releases

**Note that these are tentative for 2017. Titles and dates could change – you know how a writers brain works!!!**

Quarter 1 2017

Razing Grace: Part 2

Special preorder price of 1.99!! One release day price will be going up to 2.99

Apple: http://apple.co/2flQsjv

Kobo: http://bit.ly/2fm22Lw

Amazon US: http://a.co/6HvTAOi

Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2gL3kQz

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2fAmUdg

The Silver Swan (The Elite Kings Club #1)

Quarter 2 2017

A paranormal book – no details as yet

The Devil Should Run (The Devil’s Own #4)

Quarter 3 2017

The Puppet Swan (The Elite King’s Club #2)

A secret project – ssssssh!

Quarter 4 2017

Devil’s Own #5

The Devil’s Own Christmas (potentially!!!!!)

Amo will also be attending signings – here are her 2017 planned events!

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Stalk her!

Website: http://www.amojonesbooks.com/

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Author Spotlight: Amo Jones – Westbeach Series

AMO JONES – LOOKING BACK AT 2016

SERIES NAME: Westbeach

Love rockstar reads? You need to meet Ryder & Ryker!

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Losing Traction (Westbeach #1)

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My name is Phoebe Rendon. Growing up as the only girl surrounded by the Sinful Souls MC community has never been easy. Outside of the club, I had no life because my brother and his two psycho best friends kept tabs on me. My only out was racing at Point Hellers, the largest and steepest drift mountain in Westbeach, California. Cars were my life, and eight years later, that hasn’t changed. Only now, I have the funds to support my habit.
My love life’s been rocky. All I’ve known of love is twisted biker men from other MC chapters. Until I met Ryder Oakley, the lead singer and rock God from Twisted Transistor. He showed me the world in two weeks. Then one night he up and left me, without so much as a note. Now, two years later, I’ve been assigned as a fashion assistant to go on tour with Alyx Munroe, pop princess and diva queen. Only my shitty boss Maree omitted to inform me that Alyx Munroe would also be touring with Twisted Transistor. Just when I thought I’d forgotten Ryder, he comes back into my life in full force, causing me to slowly lose traction of my feelings.
With my plans for building my own racing circuit underway, I finally have the footing to leave the fashion industry and concentrate on finalising my circuit. Where we can showcase some of the best and hottest girl racers from around the world.
This empire is mine, but with power and money comes hate and destruction.
Welcome to Westbeach.

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1tj9CbG

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1PS2M7r

F*cker

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Ryker Oakley only cared about three things during school —fighting, his band, and getting laid. When he took it upon himself to ‘babysit’ Bryleigh Munroe, he didn’t expect her to be so much trouble, and he sure as shit wasn’t prepared for how fast she would grow on him. Fast-forward to eight years later, his band—Twisted Transistor—is the most successful rock group known to mankind. When his brother’s wedding brings the only girl he ever came close to caring about, back into his life, he discovers something he thought they had left behind in the past, had been destroying her daily.
Bryleigh Munroe was a popular girl at school, but because her father was a politically powerful man in the San Diego region, the boys either swore away from her or were trying too hard to get with her. She wanted one night. Quick and dirty. No strings. Only she didn’t expect Ryker Oakley to flip the script on her without her even realizing. Eight years later, Bryleigh still battles with the mistakes she made when she was younger. She’s had to deal with things that she shouldn’t have had to, all on her own.
After all this time has their bond remained silent? Can she forgive the torment Ryker inflicted on her? Or will the choices they made all those years ago force them to re-unite.

This is book two in the Westbeach series, but can be read as a stand-alone.

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2fjiWZo

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2ffVBEM

Author Spotlight: Amo Jones – Devil’s Own MC Series

AMO JONES – LOOKING BACK AT 2016

SERIES NAME: Devil’s Own MC

CONSUMING, SO RAW, SO DARK, SO INTENSE, SO GRITTY, SOOOOOO EPIC!!– Kitty Kats Crazy About Books

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One Hundred & Thirty-Six Scars (The Devil’s Own) #1

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Meadow

I was four years old when I learnt what evilness the world could bring. I fought through life with my scarred soul, wrangled through the dark empty nights where I’d pray I didn’t wake up the next morning. I would shut my eyes and mentally take myself to my happy place.

Red roses

The sound of waves crashing on the sand under my feet.

The final time the cold blade pushed up against my thigh, and I waited for my blood to trickle over the other One hundred and thirty-six scars that covered my skin— never came. Who was this man who just saved me? He had no idea how close I came to ending myself that day. I was ready to blow my brains all over the bedroom walls and I had a nine sitting under my pillow to prove it.

Beast

Some people have families, I had engineered human killing machines surrounding me my whole life. I’d been a part of this unit since I was a baby, raised in a community that was shut off from the real world. A community where we were nothing but empty vessels, until Hella (my best friend) and I escaped. Hella took us to a girl who was in foster care with him before he was summoned into The Army. After finding out yet another complication in my life, I needed space. I booked in to a run down apartment, ready to clear my head. Only my head didn’t clear, because I was haunted every night from the screams that would vibrate through my walls.

This is not a story of a perfect man coming in to save the day. This is a story of what happens when fate interferes and two completely broken souls collide.

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1U14Ne7

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/24vvoEQ

Hellraiser (The Devil’s Own) #2

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Melissa

They say there are defining points in your life – moments where you f**ked it all up, moments that make you its bitch, moments that shape you into the person you are.

The day I met Braxton Ward was one of my moments.

My name’s Melissa Hart, and I don’t think you’re ready for this story.

Hella

I go by a few names: Hella, Brax, 112, or, depending on whether I’ve been balls deep in you or not, C*nt. I don’t push the boundaries because in order to do so, one must have them. I’ve never had them. Being homeless at the not-so-tender age of fifteen morphed me into an emotionless shell, and when The Army recruited me, that shell turned into steel.

They say if fire is hot enough, it can melt steel; the hate that burns between Melissa Hart and me just might be hot enough.

Shit doesn’t come easy for us. Enemies are expanded, secrets are revealed, and lives will be taken. Yeah, I’m Braxton “Hella” Ward, and you bet your f*cking ass that you ain’t ready for this story.

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2fjcmSE

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2fjd82c

Razing Grace Part 1 (The Devil’s Own) #3

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I was light, and I was pure. Until I wasn’t.
Millie

I’m Millie Hart, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve dedicated my life to my Catholic faith. It was a part of me every step of the way. So when I decided to join a nunnery, no one in my family was surprised. I’m not sure at what point my life changed or where it went extremely wrong. My nightmares are becoming realities as my world starts to slowly tremble under the ground I’m presently shackled to. I was taken. Everything I thought I knew was about to rain down on me in drops of lies, deceit, and undiluted evil.
Tripp/Raze

I’m more machine than man. I’m the alpha and the omega of The Army, and the leader of The 6 masked huntsmen. I live and bleed this life. The arms that raised me weren’t carrying love— they were carrying knives and AKAs. I’m agent 000, the executioner, and the damn devil who walks in the flesh. No one can break through my hard shell— not even her.
*This is book Three in The Devil’s Own series but can be read as a standalone.

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2fj9TrB

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2fjhd6m

Razing Grace Part 2 (The Devil’s Own #3) – releasing January 17th

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Special preorder price of 1.99!! One release day price will be going up to 2.99

Apple: http://apple.co/2flQsjv
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2fm22Lw
Amazon US: http://a.co/6HvTAOi
Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2gL3kQz
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2fAmUdg
B&N: (coming soon)

New Release: Blackmail by A.L. Simpson

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Blurb

Avery was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Is she doomed to suffer for the rest of her life at the hands of an unscrupulous club owner?

Destitute, in debt and on the brink of giving up, it’s the death of a friend who brings her hope.

Can Gabe help her turn her life around or, will she insist on solving a murder which could place her in grave danger?

Plot used is from a Lacey Roberts book which has been unpublished.

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Excerpt

Present Day

Avery’s shoulders slumped as she trudged up the front steps of the small, run-down apartment block. She clutched a small shopping bag and her purse in one hand, a wad of unopened envelopes in the other.

Her apartment was on the ground floor, to the right of the filthy glass entrance doors. There were only six apartments in the building and four were empty. This is the sleazy side of town. Nobody would voluntarily live there but she had no choice. The rent was cheap and it didn’t seem to matter whether she paid on time or not. The block had been built in the fifties and had been badly maintained, bricks crumbled from the façade every time it rained. The interiors were as filthy as the entrance, damp oozed from the ceilings. Peeled and chipped paint decorated the walls, the carpet was threadbare and curtains non-existent. The rancid odor of decay permeated the building.

She dumped the bag onto the ground and rummaged in her purse for the key to the door. “Come on. I’m not in the fucking mood for this.”

Avery had been searching for work for almost a week but, no-one in this town, or the next town over, would even grant her an interview.

Vince, the sleazy bastard, had alerted her boss to her pictures plastered all over the internet. Her disgusted boss hadn’t hesitated to spread the word amongst his colleagues. Her career as a Personal Assistant was finished. She would never be able to get a job in her field now.

She was behind in the rent and, if her guess was accurate, the wad of envelopes clutched in her hand were bills she had no way of paying.

Finally, her fingers wrapped around the single key and she withdrew it, inserted it into the door and let herself in.  She flipped the switch on the wall. Nothing. Her power had been disconnected.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she shouted while moving to the tiny kitchen table. Apart from her bed, it was the only remaining furniture she had.

She couldn’t really blame the power company. The check she’d written for the deposit had bounced and they had been asking her to pay the overdue account since she’d moved in four weeks ago.

After slamming the shopping bag, envelopes and her purse down on the table, she dropped into a chair. The envelopes now appeared to taunt her.

Avery lowered her head into her hands and indulged in self-pity by crying.  How much lower would she be forced to sink? Not low enough to be forced back to the club. She would rather live on the streets and starve.

She blotted out the pain of her hellish lifestyle by closing her eyes and letting her mind drift to happier times when life was beautiful – with her mom and dad.

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About the Author

ALSimpson

I have always loved to write and have a vivid and overactive imagination.
In my spare time, when I’m not writing, I love to walk, read and shop.
I believe no mountain is too hard to climb, no river is too wide to span and no journey is too difficult to complete. I follow my dreams and I urge and encourage others to do the same.
With a positive attitude, the impossible can become possible.

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