Lie to Me Release Day

Book Title: Lie to Me Author: Bethany Bazile Genre: Erotic Romance (Novella) Release Date: July 27, 2014 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

It was all too much. There was no way I could keep piling up these lies without it all tumbling down. I was desperate to keep her, even if it meant I had to lie to her. But when everything unravels, the only thing that can save us is the truth in our love. Bethany Bazile reads, writes, and lives in the Northeast with her husband and two amazing kids. Her passion for writing was born from a love affair between books and music. She loves books that draw her in and won’t release her until she’s inhaled every word, panting with excitement. Then she realizes the sun came up, but the loss of sleep was so worth it. When she isn't reading, she’s conjuring up steamy love scenes and hot romance stories to share with fellow romance lovers. She can’t function without her cup of coffee and operates on a vampire-like time-frame.

Turnabout is Fair Play

Avery My hands were behind my back, my legs spread, Xander’s right hand over my mouth and his other in between my legs. I was sitting on his lap, my back to his chest, his hard cock nestled in the ridge of my ass. Occasionally, he’d bite my neck as his heavy breaths caressed my ear. This was supposed to be a session. Our sessions had gotten more emotional over the weeks, but before he’d pour out his emotions, he needed to drain the physical need that always clawed at us. I whimpered against his hand. “Shut up or Angela will hear you. Do you want that?” His tone was blunt, his voice raspy at my ear. I shook my head, but how was I supposed to keep quiet when his fingers were driving into me, slithering along my clit, then gliding back into my wet pussy. The man was sinfully amazing. He was fully clothed but had managed to get me to strip down to my garters and heels, on the verge of begging him to fuck me. He’d spread my legs as far as I could possibly get them. He was taunting me. Ever since the day I’d sucked him off in my office and made him lose control, he’d waited for this moment. He had a leash on me. It wasn’t your typical kind either. His leash came in the form of magic fingers and a glorious cock that compelled me to follow his orders to a tee. His finger manipulations became faster, pushing against my sweet spot, then rubbing against my clit. It was just enough pleasure to keep me on the edge, and he’d kept me there for almost half an hour. If he wasn’t careful, my next appointment would walk in and he’d still be working me with his phenomenal digits. “Pleeease…” I gasped through the hand he held over my mouth. “Do you understand how this works?” His voice was unreasonably calm while I was riding in limbo, tasting little morsels of pleasure, but not allowed to indulge on the feast I was promised. I nodded. Anything to get him to release my orgasm from his ruthless grasp. “My pussy. I decide when you come,” he informed me. “Your dick is mine—I should… get to decide.” He withdrew his fingers and smacked my pussy for my comeback answer. Holy fuck! The sting buzzed against my clit. I swear I almost came from that tap. One more and I was sure to go over. Maybe I can goad him into repeating it. “That’s not how it works. I decide when we both come,” he growled. “When do I get to decide?” I countered. He plunged two fingers deep into my pussy and I quivered. “When I tell you to ride my dick and make me come. Now you have sixty seconds to come, and don’t disappoint me.”

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Underneath It All Release Day

Book Title: Underneath it All Author: Bethany Bazile Genre: Erotic Romance (Novella) Release Date: July 14, 2014 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

Avery was unexpected but exactly what I needed. She gave me hope again, made me feel things I thought died over a decade ago. I was reverting back to the man I used to be. The man who destroyed lives to keep the one person who meant everything to him. My secrets were piling up. I didn't know how long I’d be able to maintain it all. But I knew I’d do anything to keep her. There was only one way to hold on to her. I had to let her see who I was underneath it all. Bethany Bazile reads, writes, and lives in the Northeast with her husband and two amazing kids. Her passion for writing was born from a love affair between books and music. She loves books that draw her in and won’t release her until she’s inhaled every word, panting with excitement. Then she realizes the sun came up, but the loss of sleep was so worth it. When she isn't reading, she’s conjuring up steamy love scenes and hot romance stories to share with fellow romance lovers. She can’t function without her cup of coffee and operates on a vampire-like time-frame.

Let’s Play Doctor

Xander “I need help.” I licked my lips and smiled at Avery because I knew she had a weakness for my dimples. “What kind of help?” Avery furrowed her eyebrows, gazing at me over her glasses. “I have an obsession with sexy doctors who pull their hair up in tight buns but wear sexy garters and naughty underwear.” “Well, Mr. Pierce, sounds like you need therapy.” Avery came around the desk and leaned her ass on the edge, pulling off her glasses and eying me. “It’s really severe, Dr. Shaw. My fingers tremble with the need to let her hair down, my mouth waters from her smell, and my dick gets so… hard.” She stepped forward, bit down on her bottom lip as she leaned over, and rubbed my cock through the fabric of my pants. “It’s not only hard. It’s feverishly hot.” “What can you do for me, doctor?” She smiled. A slow, sultry smile. She unfastened my belt, dragged my zipper down, and pulled out my cock. “Maybe I can cool it down.” She cupped my balls in her palm and massaged them, her lips brushing against mine. “With my mouth,” she whispered against my lips. I hissed. She dropped down to her knees, looked up at me, then rolled her tongue over the head of my cock. I jolted. It was all I could do not to come. She caressed the underside of my dick, then flicked her tongue into the seeping slit. Ohh… fuck. She was going to kill me. Hundreds of blowjobs and I never felt anything like this. Once she got her mouth on my cock, there was no such thing as a simple blowjob. It was more like a blast of pleasure, a rush of sensation, and then a series of aftershocks once the earthquake passed. Her mouth worked me hard and fast. I laced my fingers into her hair and restrained her, because the only way I’d survive this was if I took the bull by the horns and controlled it. She peered up at me, trying to persuade me with her blue gaze to let her drive me mad. But fuck that. If I was going to pour my soul out to her today, I was going to savor this moment. I guided her up and down my shaft, her lips soft and her mouth hot. She licked the head every time I pulled her back, sucking me almost to the base when I pushed her down. She’s too good at this. I’m going to blow soon. The next time I pulled her back, she licked my cock with this wicked smile on her lips. Then she sucked it into her mouth and twisted and sucked and twisted. The pleasure was too much. I fucking whimpered, shuddered, then growled because I was pissed she’d won. She wasn’t going to let me stall at all. I came in a hot rush of pleasure that raced up and down my spine, then shot out into her mouth. She swallowed it. I think. My mind was in a whirlwind and I couldn’t focus on much of anything that happened after that orgasm. She sat in my lap and kissed me. Yeah… she swallowed because she tasted like me. She held me until my breathing evened out. Then she stood up and tucked my dick back in my pants. “Xander,” she said, pushing away my hand as I tried to slip it back up her thigh. “I know you’re stalling.” Her expression was effectively sobering. The room went from reverberating sexual cries to brimming with tension in a few short minutes. “We agreed to meet here because you said you would take this seriously.” “What just happened here was serious as fuck.” I smirked, trying to lighten up the solemn tone that was setting in around us. She frowned. “Fine.” I huffed a breath. “But before we continue, I want to tell you I’ve never been good at relationships.” “What do you mean by that?” “I mean I’m controlling and manipulative. I become consumed when I feel something for a woman.” “Don’t worry about any of that. I just want to know who you are underneath all the bullshit. Underneath the asshole persona, who are you?”

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Release Day Insomnia

Book Title: Insomnia Author: Bethany Bazile Genre: Erotic Romance (Novella) Release Date: June 28, 2014 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

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I was arrogant, pushy, controlling, and I was fine with that. What I couldn't control were my dreams. Memories haunted me there. Even after over a decade, I found I couldn't outrun them. Returning to the place they lived only seemed to trigger a landslide. I couldn't focus, couldn't sleep. Some people drank a warm cup of milk, cuddled up with a book, or threw back a couple shots. Me? I fucked my way to sleep. Every single night, I lost myself in pussy. For a long time, it was the only way I knew to get to sleep. But it was getting less and less effective. I slept shorter periods of time before the dreams started. There was only one hope for my insomnia and she was sexy, intelligent, and unexpected. I wanted to exhaust myself in her sexy little body and let her soothe me to sleep. The only problem… she was my therapist, and I’d have to break her code of conduct and totally corrupt her before I made her mine. ***Warning: This is an Erotic Serial and contains explicit sexual content and language.*** Bethany Bazile reads, writes, and lives in the Northeast with her husband and two amazing kids. Her passion for writing was born from a love affair between books and music. She loves books that draw her in and won’t release her until she’s inhaled every word, panting with excitement. Then she realizes the sun came up, but the loss of sleep was so worth it. When she isn't reading, she’s conjuring up steamy love scenes and hot romance stories to share with fellow romance lovers. She can’t function without her cup of coffee and operates on a vampire-like time-frame. I shrugged, checked my watch, and ran my finger over the ring on my right hand. I watched her put the end of the pen in her mouth and it was all I could focus on. I became completely fucking captivated by the way she bit on it, the tip of her tongue swirling around the stick. Jesus… I shifted in my seat as my erection grew heavy—straining against my jeans. I glanced down at my watch again as a way to stop imagining my cock taking the pen’s place in her mouth. “Are you in a hurry, Mr. Pierce?” I looked up as she uncrossed then recrossed her legs, wiggling slightly in her seat. She had a sensual lure to her that cried out to me, and I’d grown tired of beating around the bush. I never had a problem expressing what I needed from a woman, and I wasn’t going to start now. I met her gaze directly, and she was too prideful to look away, but she wanted to. “Xander.” I corrected her again. “What?” She pretended not to have heard me, but she just wasn’t comfortable calling me by my name. “If I have to tell you one more time to call me Xander, I will pin you to your desk and make you scream it until you get it right.” She stared at me, mouth slightly agape and eyes widened. “Excuse me?” “I think I was clear.” She broke eye contact, dropped her notepad on the table in front of her, and rose. She was clearly trying to put some distance between us, but she’d inadvertently gone to stand right in front of the desk I’d referred to. “Why are you here, Mr—Xander? What is it you really want?” I smiled as she caught herself from calling me Mr. Pierce again. It was too impersonal, and she used the formality to keep up that cinderblock wall she’d built between us. I rose from the chair and walked over to her. She clutched the edge of the desk and tensed from my violation of her personal space. I leaned into her and she tilted back as far as possible. “I want to sleep, Ms. Shaw, but if I can’t do that…” I trailed my lips across her jaw and took pleasure in the shiver that passed through her body. “I want to fuck.” I bit down on her earlobe. “You.” She gasped. “That’s not something I can help you with.” But her tone—all trembling and throaty—told me she ached to offer me some relief. “But you want to.” I licked the soft skin of her neck and felt her jaw muscles tighten as she gritted her teeth. God, how wanted to break her, send her over the edge so she would release those soft moans and let out the claws I knew she hid. I slid my hand over the back of her thigh, slowly moving past the silky fabric of her stockings to the warm, soft skin above. I felt heat radiating from her pussy as I slid my finger higher. I buried my head in her neck and focused on burying my finger into her wet heat. I moved my hand over the crotch of her panties, and she jerked as if I’d electrocuted her. Fuck… I’d felt the current too. I’ve never wanted to bury my cock in a woman as much as I did this one. What the fuck is it about her? I traced the edge of her panties, and just as I was about to get what I really wanted from Avery, she reached out and put her hand on my forearm. “Xander, please…” Now she calls me by my name.

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