Friday, September 18, 2015

#FallIntoReading with Felicity Kates #bookboost @books_n_pearls


The Little Miss Kick-Ass Series by Felicity Kates
This series of erotic romance stories is comprised of 2 novellas and 1 short story. Each can be read as a standalone story, but as the characters and events are linked throughout the books, they are best read in sequence. Each story has a high heat rating and contains adult language, naughty situations and sizzling sex scenes. Recommended for readers who like superhero fan culture, cosplay and a whole lot of steam in their romance. Fans of Sherrilyn Kenyon’s paranormal heroes and the erotic flare of 50 Shades of Grey will enjoy the Little Miss Kick-Ass series.

Steam Bunny: A Little Miss Kick-Ass Novella (#1)
Book info:  The beginning novella of the series where all of the characters are introduced. Casey and Lucas’s story.
Genre: Contemporary erotic romance.
Tags: Cosplay, Superhero, Nerdrotica, Second chance, Marriage, Baby
Length: 40 000 approx. (novella)
Heat level: High  (like as in sizzling)
Content warning: contains exhibitionism, explicit sex scenes, and graphic language.


~Blurb~
When lust becomes love at a cosplay convention, playing dress-up has never been so steamy or so much fun.
Business is all about pleasure for Casey Jackson. Helping Lucas Haskell promote his graphic novel, Steam Bunny, is a sensual dream job. Until he gives her the ultimate ultimatum--commit or leave. She doesn't want his ring or the complications of marriage. But with a boss who knows what he wants and exactly how to get it, playing dress-up has never been so steamy...or so much fun.

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~Excerpt~
**warning: explicit language***
I glanced at the full rows of seats, realizing just how closely together Lucas and I had been sitting, whispering our passionate debate while the crowd watched. My cheeks heated as I gave the sea of faces a little wave, evoking a rumble of chuckles from the mostly male crowd. A few women sat scattered throughout the audience but no one under eighteen had been allowed in due to the focus on anatomy and the naked human form. This wasn’t a kids seminar. The demonstration was meant for comic art fans, here to learn tricks from a pro.
“Go ahead,” Lucas said with a stiff nod at Jeff to start the introduction. He twirled the stylus in his fingers and tapped it on the tablet plugged into his laptop, the look in his eyes intense, his shoulders rigid.
Lucas was about to do a live drawing demonstration for a crowd of about fifty-odd strangers, his every recorded move uploaded and dissected on YouTube faster than I could blink. He’d done it before to good review, but was it any wonder his jaw was clenched and his body full of cagey energy?
What the hell was I thinking? My job had always been to keep him grounded. Acting like a silly, jealous biatch was doing nothing but setting him off.
Taking a deep breath, I mentally regrouped and shoved my anxieties aside. Whatever our differences, we were still the Lucas and Casey Show and we needed to be on. In top form. Right now. Which for Lucas meant some serious distraction needed to happen to help him relax in front of the crowd.
So, while Jeff listed off our credentials to the audience, I tapped into the erotic energy dancing between us and offered Lucas something to think about besides the sea of eyes staring at him.
Placing my hand on his knee where no one could see it beneath the table, I slowly slid it up his thigh and bent toward his ear again. “You got this, babe,” I murmured. “I’m sorry for being cranky, it’s just…” I bit my lip as my voice hitched with the serious desires twisting me up. “I’m dying inside without you. I really need to taste your cock.” My mouth went dry just thinking about the way he groaned as he found release, the fire in his eyes as he filled me with his love.
“Casey,” he said, his voice a low rasp. He kept his fingers busy on top of the table, playing with his stylus, his face a smiling mask for the crowd. “When this shit’s over, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never leave me again.” And the look in his eyes as he glanced sideways at me left no doubt that as soon as we were alone, he’d make good on his promise.

Super-Sex Me: A Little Miss Kick-Ass Novella (#1/2)
Book info:  A standalone short story addition to Steam Bunny and Fit To Be Tied. Casey’s BFF Astrid Bitten and her nemesis Race Lindstrom’s story begins here.
Genre: Paranormal erotic romance.
Tags: billionaire, sex god, Viking, alpha hero, superhero, urban fantasy
Length: 10 000 approx. (short story)
Heat level: High (like as in scorching)
Content warning: contains light bondage, explicit sex scenes, and graphic language.



~Blurb~
Astrid Bitten isn’t smitten. All she wants is a night of sexual adventure to bring some excitement to her lonely life. When she meets the most gorgeous guy she’s ever seen at a Fan Expo convention, she jumps at the chance to explore what lies beneath the stretchy Spandex of his superhero suit. But is she ready to discover the truth of her secret cravings?

Race Lindstrom wants a second chance. At life, at love, at using the gods-given talents he’s been born with for good rather than evil. When he spies the golden-haired goddess across a crowded room, he knows he’ll never let her go. But second chances don’t come easy. He’ll have to satisfy her deepest hunger if he wants to make her his forever.

Super-Sex Me is available free for a limited time on Kindle Unlimited as part of the Just Desserts anthology of sexy bite-sized erotic stories. ONLY until Oct. 4th!!!!
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Fit To Be Tied: A Little Miss Kick-Ass Novella (#2)
Book info:  A standalone sequel to Steam Bunny and Super-Sex Me. (no cliffhangers) Continuation of Race and Astrid’s story, which began in Super-Sex Me, with Casey and Lucas from Steam Bunny included.
Genre: Paranormal erotic romance.
Tags: Billionaire, sex god, Viking, alpha hero, superhero, urban fantasy, ghost
Length: 40,000 approx. (novella)
Heat level: Very high (like as in panty melting)
Content warning: contains voyeurism, light ménage, explicit sex scenes, graphic language, profanity, may trigger readers sensitive to miscarriage.


~Blurb~
Is love written in the stars by the gods, or just a fantasy?

~Astrid~
He's a liar. A manipulative ass. He doesn't deserve a second chance. Yet I can't stop thinking about him and that night we shared in Chicago four weeks ago. He dominates my dreams, making me want him more each day. Trapped with him at an Ice Hotel in Sweden, do I have a hope in hell of resisting him? Maybe not, but I'll kick his ass if he ever calls me his goddess again.

~Race~
She's the love of my life, my dream, the goddess I've been waiting an eternity for. I know she hates me for the deceptive life I've led, but I want to give her everything she's ever craved, fill each second of her life with bliss. But...trapped for a weekend in the place where my life went to hell, how can I avoid the nightmare that haunts me? Not to mention the ass-kicking Astrid will give me when she discovers the darkest secret of my past.



~Excerpt~
***adult readers only***
“I never lied to you,” I say with as much conviction as I can put into my voice without resorting to using my unique gift in persuasion. If she’s going to trust me, she needs to do so on her own.
“No? So sleeping with me to get a deal with my best friend was what? Honest business?” Her eyes flash with anger as she speaks in hushed tones. “You used me, Race. Just like you’re using me now for this stupid reality TV show. If I didn’t love Casey and Lucas so much, there’s no way in hell I’d ever be here as part of this wedding crap. So just shove it with your games and your lies.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she settles back against her seat and resumes looking out her window.
So edgy and untrusting. Not that I can blame her, but damn. How can I explain to her any differently than the few hundred times I’ve already tried? What will it take to get her to understand, without using my gods-given gift of influence, that meeting her at that Fan Expo convention changed my life forever?
Yes, I went there for business. Yes, my intention was to swindle a deal. And, yes, I set out to do so by compromising the fiery relationship between Lucas and Casey. But it wasn’t the Buxom Bunny who caught my eye.
Maybe I should have ignored my attraction for Astrid and kept on walking by. Saved us from the pain we’re experiencing now by keeping everything strictly business. But being around her eased the lonely ache, even as it twisted it with memories best left buried. And I couldn’t deny the startling realization, which imprinted on my body that first intensely erotic night we shared, that maybe, just maybe, the gods have handed me a precious second chance.
I’ll be damned before I’ll let that go, no matter how stubborn she is.
“I fell in love with you.” It’s the honest truth, but the mistake in saying so is obvious the moment the words blurt from my mouth.
“Oh, please,” she scoffs as she stiffens in her chair, clearly offended by the idea. “Don’t start with that bullshit. That’s low, even for you.”
“It’s not bullshit.”
“No?” She presses her fingers to her temples and sucks in a breath, fighting for calm. “Do you even know what love is, Race?” she asks, her patronizing tone loaded with anger as she folds her hands in her lap.
“Yes.”
I’ve felt the pleasure of it burn in my chest, seeming so long ago now, at Charity’s first shy kiss. And I’ve felt the absolute agony of it as the body of my wife grew cold in my arms. The rage and helplessness of knowing, that even with all the unique power I was born with, there was nothing I could do to stop death.
Yes, I have loved. And I vowed never to fall victim to the gut-wrenching insanity again. Yet here I am, more insane than ever, at the mercy of Astrid’s rejection.
White knuckled, her hands grip the armrests as the plane banks toward Kiruna. Out of the corner of my eye, the small city looms large in the window, but if Astrid notices the dazzling view, it doesn’t show. Her nostrils flare, her gaze fixed squarely on me.
“We fucked, Race. You got what you wanted. I learned my lesson. End of story. So stop trying to prove what a con you are. I get it.”
No, she didn’t get it. Not by a long shot.
“Just tell me one thing,” I say and wait for her to stop rolling her eyes and settle her gaze on mine again. “Before you knew my name. When you thought I was just some guy in a costume. How did it feel when we were together?”
Exciting. Beautiful. Alive.
I see the truths we both experienced flash within her eyes before her expression turns hot with shame. She sucks in a breath and blinks, her chin lifting slightly. Wary. Distrustful.
She opened for me so briefly, but the beauty I saw within her stole my heart. My crumpled, damaged heart. Does she think I enjoy feeling this vulnerability? This painful re-awakening?
“It was fun. That was all,” she snaps.
“That wasn’t all.” Not even remotely. One day soon I’ll have to explain the full extent of my secrets to her as I’m certain she must already have questions about her own. But first, she needs to trust me. “Now who’s lying, Astrid?” I can’t help prodding.
She felt the recognition in her soul. I saw it in her eyes and smile when she looked at me the moment we met at the convention. I saw it in her dreams while she slept beside me that one precious night we shared.
Before the so-called truth of my narcissistic business identity intruded, and the callous shell I worked so hard to build out of my loss and pain came back to bite me. Hard.
Race Lindstrom: professional asshole and womanizer.
The betrayal I knew she would feel as soon as she recognized my name took root with swift, uncompromising fury. She clings to it now as a shield. But it’s a shield I fully intend to crack. Swiftly. And without mercy.
Whether she wants to accept it or not, she is mine.
“Do me a favor, Race? Don’t talk to me for the rest of this trip. Don’t look at me. Don’t touch me. Just leave me the hell alone.”
“I can’t. You were right about one thing, Astrid.” I lick my lips as her own purse in frustration. “I am a selfish bastard. I love you. I want you. And I won’t stop until you are moaning my name with my cock buried deep inside you. Bliss, sweetheart. I’m going to give you bliss or die trying.”




~About the Author~
Felicity Kates is a mild-mannered manager by day. At night, she trades in her sensible shoes for stilettos and lets her imagination run wild. Felicity enjoys writing fun, flirty fantasies that combine geek humor with strong characters who have super-sexy desires. She lives off of coffee and dreams and loves to go for walks along the shores of Lake Ontario, taking pictures of whatever catches her eye. A romantic at heart, Felicity is a firm believer in snuggling under blankets and reading a good book to warm up the cold Canadian winters. When not writing, she can most often be found enjoying the quiet company of her husband and son, whom she loves very, very much.
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