Doctor’s Orders by Lucy Felthouse Now Available in Audiobook Format! #audiobook #audible #gay #romance #kink
Lucy Felthouse’s M/M erotic romance novella, Doctor’s Orders, is now available in audiobook format. Narrated by voice artist Peter Revel-Walsh, you can now listen to this kinky BDSM tale on the go!
Doctor’s Orders Blurb:
Hospital porter Aaron Miller isn’t expecting a very exciting birthday. He and his doctor boyfriend, Blake Colville, are working opposite shifts, leaving Aaron to go home to an empty house and the prospect of another shift the following day. Just as he’s leaving work, however, an unexpected sexy encounter in a supply cupboard leaves him feeling in a much more celebratory mood. And an impending dirty weekend away with Blake just puts the icing on the non-existent cake. But who needs cake when you’re dating a dominant doctor?
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter
Sixty country days and sixty country nights—that’s all I wanted. I needed to get away from the city, away from the hot mess that had become my life. When I stumbled upon my childhood home on RentBnB.com, I took it as a sign, cleaned out my life savings, and hightailed it to the only place that ever meant something to me, a place I hadn’t seen since a lifetime ago. Only when I arrived to the familiar South Dakotan farmhouse, I was met by a brooding, we-don’t-take-kindly-to-strangers cowboy by the name of River McCray, who insisted this was his house and most definitely not a rental property. I’d been internet scammed. And that cocky, smart-mouthed stranger had the nerve to make me a humiliating offer: I could stay in his house for the next two months rent-free, but I had to work for him. He’d be my boss. And my roommate. With no money and nowhere else to go, I agreed. But nothing could have prepared me for the tension, the attraction, and the bombshell revelation that changed … everything.
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Trouble, an all-new sexy standalone from Avery Flynn is available now!
A high school reunion is about to get down and dirty and a whole lot more complicated in this new romance from USA Today bestselling author Avery Flynn.
Brains and a badass attitude. That’s all troublemaker Leah Camacho took with her when she left Catfish Creek. She’d promised herself she’d never go back, but when the invite to her tenth high school reunion arrived along with the chance to show everyone who doubted her what a success she’s made of herself, she couldn’t resist. However, when she discovers a 15-carat, stolen diamond in her rental car’s glove box, there’s only one man she can turn to for help—the same sexy, stubborn domineering man who’d smashed her heart all those years ago.
Sheriff Drew Jackson knew a long time ago that Leah Camacho was nothing but trouble and has sworn to never get caught up in her again—no matter how damn sexy she is or how badly he’d failed to forget her. But, when the woman who test drove his heart right into a concrete wall rolls into Catfish Creek with some serious bad guys on her tail, it’s up to him to keep her safe—even if that means guarding her hot bod 24/7 without giving into temptation or losing his mind.
Avery Flynn is an award winning, USA Today bestselling romance author. She has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.
She was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
Moving back home to my parents’ cattle ranch in Texas was the last thing I thought I’d be doing.
But, here I stand … in front of my high school girlfriend. A beautiful, confident woman has replaced the young girl I once knew and loved. Hell. I’m still in love with her.
Yep. Paxton Monroe was my first love and the one girl in town who now hated my guts. So much so, Paxton swore her revenge on me if it took her until the day she died. The last words she spoke to me were a vow to cut my dick off and shove it down my throat.
The fight between my heart, my head, and last, but certainly not least, my dick starts tonight. Because all I can think about is how I want to be buried so deep inside Paxton she won’t remember how I broke her heart, or how I left her when she needed me the most.
But who will win? My heart is too broken to listen to my head. And my dick, yeah it’s not listening to anything or anyone. Not until it gets what it wants and what it wants is Paxton Monroe.
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Slipping into the truck, she didn’t say a word.
The drive back to her house was silent. It took less than ten minutes, but it felt like a fucking eternity.
My heart was pounding as I pulled up and put the truck in park. Paxton sat with her hands folded in her lap. The weight of whatever she wanted to say was heavy in the truck. The only thing I knew to do was be patient. When it was clear she wasn’t about to, I opened my mouth to speak, but she beat me to it.
“Will you come in?”
Okay. That wasn’t what I thought she was going to say.
She closed her eyes and shook her head. “No. What I mean is, will you let me show you something.”
I wiggled my brows. Paxton let out a soft chuckle before reaching over and hitting me on the leg.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Sure, I’d love to come in.”
I jumped out of the truck and jogged around to the passenger side where I reached my hand out and helped Paxton down. She smiled, and I led the way to her front door.
When we walked in, she tossed her keys into a small square bowl. My eyes about popped out of my head; it was the bowl I’d made her in eighth grade pottery class. I didn’t say anything as I continued to follow her. When she made her way over to the steps, I paused.
Paxton glared. “I don’t want to sleep with you, Steed. I only want to show you something.”
My ego took a serious hit, and I couldn’t help the look of disappointment on my face. Not because I realized I wasn’t going to have sex with Paxton, because trust me, I was fucking disappointed in that. But because she didn’t seem to want me. At all.
“Is it something naughty?” I teased while following her up the stairs.
“No,” she replied with a lighthearted laugh. I could tell she was a little tipsy with the way she was walking. I had to admit it was nice to have a bit of lighter banter between us.
“You feel okay, pumpkin?” I asked, watching her ass as she climbed the stairs.
“Yeah. I think I drank more than I thought I did. I feel a bit lightheaded.”
My breathing increased with the idea of being in Paxton’s bedroom. My dick was already thinking of what it wanted to do, and I adjusted myself. But the moment we walked into her room and she turned on the lights, I knew it was going to be a battle keeping my hard on at bay.
I scanned the master bedroom. It was done in different shades of gray. The touches of blue in the room made me smile. It was almost exactly how we’d talked about all those years ago.
Paxton sat down on the bench at the end of her bed and pulled her boots off. I stood there with my hands in my pocket still looking around the room.
“Um, Pax, is there a reason you brought me up to your bedroom or are you trying to make me fucking crazy?”
Her brows lifted and a small grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. “You’re going crazy being in here? Why?”
I stared at her like she was insane. “Do you want me to answer that honestly?”
She slowly nodded. “Always.”
My tongue ran over my lips, and I was suddenly parched. I needed water. My head was spinning.
Did I tell her the truth? What I was really thinking? Hoping?
Fuck it. What could it hurt?
“I’m going crazy because all I want to do is bury my cock inside you and stay there all night.”
Kelly Elliott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling contemporary romance author. Since finishing her bestselling Wanted series, Kelly continues to spread her wings while remaining true to her roots and giving readers stories rich with hot protective men, strong women and beautiful surroundings.
Her bestselling works include, Wanted, Broken, Without You, and Unconditional Love, to name just a few.
Kelly has been passionate about writing since she was fifteen. After years of filling journals with stories, she finally followed her dream and published her first novel, Wanted, in November of 2012.
Kelly lives in central Texas with her husband, daughter, and two pups. When she’s not writing, Kelly enjoys reading and spending time with her family. She is down to earth and very in touch with her readers, both on social media and at signings.
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I steal bases for a living. Now watch me steal her v-card.
I’ll take it all, over and over, and she’ll beg me not to stop. You don’t get in the batting cage with me and expect to leave unscathed.
The minute Terra Harmon walks back into my life, I’m hard for her.
She’s always had that effect on me. She’s sweet, she’s innocent, and she’s my best friend’s little sister. She thinks she’s going to take over our pro-league baseball team. But she’s going to be so busy trying to keep her virginity intact, she won’t have time to deal with anything else.
One mistake, and I’ll slide into first.
One little slip up, and I’m going deep. Balls deep.
Turning carefully as the sunlight filtered through my bedroom window, I propped up on my elbow and reached out to brush a wayward blond hair behind her ear. My heart ached deep in my chest that she'd grow up without her momma. My sister's little girl was now mine, and she’d be raised as my own as best I could. Being a single father for the last few years had forced me to grow the fuck up in certain areas, at least all areas other than women. It's not like I could imagine a woman coming into my life and helping me raise Lyndsay.
"That tickles!" Her little voice surprised me. Big blue eyes looked up at me with an innocence in them that I knew I'd do anything to protect.
"What tickles?" I lifted an eyebrow and reached over to tickle the side of her neck. "This?" Her giggles filled up the air as I reached for her.
"No, Daddy! No!" She swatted at me and rolled off the bed, hitting the floor.
"Hey. You okay?" I moved quickly, ready to scoop her up.
She smiled up at me from the floor. "Yes!" Bounding up, she tickled my neck and ran off toward the living room, her blond curls flying behind her.
"You tricker!" I yelled playfully from the bedroom and got up. I ran my fingers through my hair and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. It was hard to believe Jannie had been gone for five years. Seemed like yesterday she was giving me shit about finding a good woman in my life. Too bad she never found a good man.
"What are you thinking about?" Lyndsay tilted her head to the side as she sat up at the breakfast bar, her little chin propped up in her hands. "You look worried."
"Nope. Just trying to wake up. I went to sleep with a princess next to me and woke up to a frog." I pinched the tip of her nose softly. "What happened?"
"A frog! Not me, Daddy." She pulled back, shaking her head.
"No. You're right. You're much too pretty for that." I walked to the fridge. "What does my girl want for breakfast this morning?"
"Pancakes, and eggs and maybe some bacon. Oh! And some sausage. And that ham we like so much, daddy. The really salty one."
I laughed and glanced over at her. "Cinnamon rolls it is."
She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'm going to watch cartoons. Are we going to Mimi's again today?"
"Yeah, baby. You know it's baseball season right now. I have to be there when they tell me to."
"I hate baseball season." She walked toward the living room with her shoulders rolled in. I needed to find a damn day off to spend with her. The cute little thing had no clue that I was her uncle instead of her father. She didn't need to know. That was the decision mom, dad and I made the day we buried my sister. It was better this way, and I was old enough and wealthy enough to take Lyndsay.
"Not that I could do it without you," I mumbled to the empty air around me. My mom and dad had been more than helpful, and between the three of us, Lyndsay was growing up to be a bright, happy, healthy little girl.
"Dad!" she yelled from the living room.
"Yeah?" I pressed the button on the stove and walked to the edge of the kitchen.
"When are you going to bring home someone that can do my hair right?"
I put my hand on my hip and gave her a funny look. "Are you saying I'm not a good beauty shop lady or something?"
She giggle-snorted, the sound of it warming my soul. "Dad. We need a girl around here."
"Well, we have one." I pointed to her. "You!"
"Terra! Miss Harmon!" Someone from the media spotted me and all hell broke loose. Why weren't they on the edge of the field, waiting for the guys to come off? "Can you answer a few questions?"
"Not now." I smiled kindly and lifted my hand. "You're missing the showdown on the field."
"Terra, how do you feel about the recent news that you've been labeled the heir to your father's ownership of the team in Seattle? Conflict of interest, right? Will you leave California and take over for him later this year or maybe before the next season starts?"
"My father is going to outlive us all. I’m not leaving Oakland anytime soon. Now, if you'll excuse me." I smiled and walked down to the dugout, wanting to find Paul to congratulate him.
"Wait! One more," another reporter yelled behind me. "Is it true that you're seeing Paul Thompson? Isn't that against league rules?"
I ignored him and walked out onto the field. There was something almost majestic about standing on the crimson-colored dirt. It had everything to do with being raised by a man that lived and breathed baseball. After losing my mother when I was younger, my father stepped in and did the best he could.
"Terra." Jake, our catcher walked up to give me a hug. "We did it again. Your boy pulled us out of a tight spot."
"Speaking of tight spots." Paul turned and smiled down at me. "How about we get out of here and go back to your place?"
Virginity jokes. Always. Paul waited with baited breath for me to let my guard down and offer up the one thing I had left to give on my wedding night. Good thing he wasn't holding his breath.
Jake laughed loudly. "Oh, Fuck. That's funny. Alright. You kids have fun." He patted Paul on the back and walked off as the crowd grew thick around us.
"You did good out there tonight." I let my eyes run over his handsome, rugged face. His dark blue eyes were filled with the same thing they always were - lust.
"Good enough to score some time with you?" He reached out and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. The girls in the crowd let out a girly sigh.
"I'm headed back to my place. Come over and I'll fix you something to eat." I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling a tad bit insecure with a zillion women crowding in to get a moment with my boyfriend. Something told me that each and every one of them would put out.
"And then?" He leaned closer, but I lifted a hand to stop him. I wasn't into public displays of affection. We'd been dating a few weeks at most, and he tried every chance he got to show me off. It was like being a trophy wife to someone that didn’t wear your ring yet. I hated it.
"Steak or chicken?" I asked as I clenched my jaw. The man had no modesty, talking about our intimacy in front of a crowd of people.
"I'll make you dinner! And then you can have me for dessert!" A girl yelled from behind me."I'm good, Terra. I think the guys are going to grab a beer. I'll see you later." He turned and moved into the crowd of women, the smile on his face telling me that he hoped like hell I knew how easily he could and would leave me.
I turned and walked off the field, my insides hurting a little. I wanted to be promiscuous, to let my guard down and enjoy the carnality of life, but it seemed wrong to do with some jackass that wanted in my panties for a night. All of them were that way.
All but Danny.
"Right," I mumbled to myself and pulled out my keys. "You offered yourself to Danny a million times, and he denied you." I laughed bitterly, thinking back on my high school days. I'd been so deep in love with my brother's best friend that I couldn't have imagined life without Daniel McAdams in it. He was a good boy back then. "Oh, how things have changed."
I got in the car and closed the door before letting out a long sigh. I needed to tell Paul to fuck off. I wasn't going to be in a committed relationship if he wasn't. The guys on the Oakland team didn't just go out for beer and laughs. They went out and got shit-faced drunk and ended up in bed with someone. All of them that weren't wearing a ring, and some that were. Paul would be no different.
It was a wonder that anyone on the team respected me anymore. I needed to fix things, clean up my image. Or maybe I didn't. Maybe I just needed to let go of the hope that my first time would be with Danny and give in to Paul. He was hot as sin, and the times I'd hit my knees for him left me wanting to know how good it would feel to let him deep inside my body.
I let out a soft groan of frustration as I started the car. I was going to lose my mind if I sunk any farther down the dark hole of depravity I was headed toward.
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