Terry Tower's The CEO And The Girl From The Coffee Shop

Bestselling erotica author Terry Towers brings you another sizzling Coffee Shop book!

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Beth Wilmington, the cute blonde hostess from the coffee shop is unlike the women CEO Gabriel Reynolds usually 'dates'. There is something about her that compels him to keep going back there, despite the vile tasting coffee they serve. Desperate to know more about her, he jumps at the opportunity to give her a job when it presents itself.

Down on her luck, Beth sees Gabriel's job offer as a live-in chef and housekeeper as a chance to finally get out of debt, but her intense attraction to him scares her. He's sin in a devilishly sexy wrapper and only trouble can come from being close to him.

Can she live with the most eligible bachelor on the East Coast and not fall foolishly head-over-heels for him? Can she risk getting hurt? And will she want Gabriel when he opens up and shares his deep, dark urges and desires?

Length: 32,000 word novella

***Warning - This book contains explict language and sexual situations that some may find offensive. Meant for adults aged 18+ ***

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Excerpt

Opening the first drawer she was confronted with ties. The second made her gasp, her eyes widening in surprise, quickly followed by a grin spreading across her face. Gabriel Reynolds just got a lot more interesting.

She grabbed a thick pink vibrator from the drawer and flipped it on, it buzzed softly in her hand. Giggling softly, she turned it off and tossed it back in. "Well, Mr Reynolds you have been a very naughty boy," she said out loud with a chuckle as she then pulled a soft brown leather flogger from the drawer and ran her hand down the length of it.

"Indeed I can be."

Her grin immediately faded as she spun around, her hair fanning out around her head and colour draining from her cheeks. The flogger slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor at her feet. She quickly bent, not taking her eyes off of her new boss, retrieved it and then straightened back up. Before her stood Gabriel, his tie loosened leaning his shoulder against the door jab, one foot crossed casually over the other and regarding her with raw desire. He was pure sex in a tailored suit if she'd ever seen it.

"I'd ask you what you were doing in here, rummaging through my personal affects," he nodded towards the laundry basket as he pushed himself off of the wall and stalked towards her, his expression becoming more intense, so intense that her stomach fluttered and the throbbing between her legs ignited. "But I suppose I can see for myself."

"I... Well, I didn't... I mean," She closed her eyes briefly and tried to calm herself. When she opened them up he was standing before her, less than a foot dividing their bodies. She then realized that she was still holding the flogger, clutched tightly in her hand. She placed it back in the drawer filled with sex toys and shut the drawer. "I'm so sorry Gabriel."

He took another step forward, trapping her between his hard, muscled body and the dresser. His dark eyes flashed, and her breath hitched. What was he thinking? She prayed he wasn't angry, she was coming too really like the idea of working for him. She just needed to control herself around him. She just needed to remain professional and not get emotionally attached.

Gabriel bent down and his lips grazed her ear lobe. His body had yet to actually touch hers, though secretly she wished it would. She moaned involuntarily, as she grasped the dresser behind her for support, her legs failing her. But how could she remain professional when her body reacted to him in such a way?

"I'm sorry," she whispered again.

"Do you like to play Beth?" his voice flowed through her like silk.

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When the limousine pulled up to my house, I had no idea what was going on, or who sent it. I was about to be offered a proposition that would spin my world in an entirely new direction. Millionaire, Blake Saxton, wanted to not only meet me, but agree to much more than I was prepared for. Could he convince me to play his kinky games and submit to him? (Short story - 15,000 words) Warning: Adult Content, Over 18+ Only (Book 1 in the "Submissive Surrender Series")

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Sex, Drugs, and Secrets from Francis Ashe

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Erotic

Mild-mannered secretary Marietta Lawson thought her life as a corporate spy was over. She hoped it was. But, when her increasingly paranoid boss uncovers a conspiracy meant to destroy Redding PharmaCo, she is called to action one last time.

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Will she be able to uncover the mystery behind Damon Kelly, the man her boss is convinced will bring the company to its knees? Or will a man she's never met save Mari from a life of service to a corrupt billionaire?

Espionage
Warning: This 18,000+ word erotic romance novella features desperate situations, paranoid delusions, dark shadows, a mysterious conspiracy, an unbelievable twist, explicit sexual situations, bondage, dominance, blindfolding, and the loss of control.

Excerpt:

"I could not let you get away from me," he said with his hands still on her shoulders. "When I saw you for the first time, I decided you weren't walking out of the interview until I was sure you were coming back. There's something about you that I don't think I've ever seen before. Like I said, if you stay with me, you will never want again. Anything you desire, you'll have. Anything at all."

She took a deep breath and searched his face for some sign that he was lying, playing a joke, or anything else. Mari just could not believe something like this was happening to her, not her. She was the girl with the strange glasses and bad taste in movies. She was not a person to be worshiped by gorgeous, powerful men.

This just can't be, she told herself, but as he moved close again and put his hands on her hips, there was no denying reality.

When he touched her this time, it was his fingers closing around her wrists. He pushed her sleeves up her forearms, and kissed her wrists one at a time. The warmth of his lips traced the tendons on the undersides of her arms, up, up, up until her sleeves bared as much arm as they could.

"I need," he began before stopping to swallow, "I need this, Marietta. I need you."

She had no idea how, or even if, she should respond. As he gently slipped the jacket off over her shoulders, Mari searched Masterson's face again, still unable to accept that there was no punch line, that this was no joke.

After the jacket, he kissed her again, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her neck. They both opened their eyes as their lips parted. Mari looked up at him, and put her trembling fingers on either side of his face.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," he said, placing his hands over hers. "Nothing at all. May I?" His hand slid down her throat to the first button on her tailored dress shirt. She bought it the day before she started, after her mother told her she should wear clothes that 'actually fit for once.'

As she watched him, still suspicious, she felt her inhibitions begin to fade. His piercing blue eyes worked inside her, pried away her defenses. Began to crumble the stone walls she built.
Mari nodded.

Button after button, until he was down to her waist, he reverentially opened Mari's shirt and gently slid it back over her shoulders, then un-tucked and draped it over the back of the chair on top of her jacket.

She realized, when he turned back to face her again, that the light in his office was a bit dim. The gentle, orangeish glow mocked either dawn or sunset. For a moment, her thoughts fixated comfortably on that distraction, but Masterson brought her back to reality, back to him, when he turned her arms over again, and instead of saying any words, just breathed as he beheld her.

Ava Claire The Billionaire's Contract and The Billionaire's Touch

Would you sign The Billionaire's Contract?

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Recent college grad Leila Montgomery has her sights set on Whitmore and Creighton, a PR agency for the rich and famous. While she's interviewing for a position she's overqualified for, she's determined to get her foot in the door by any means necessary--but she didn't count on accidentally mouthing off to the enigmatic billionaire at the helm of the company, Jacob Whitmore.

After a hot tryst in the stairwell, he makes Leila a proposition--be his personal assistant and private submissive. Saying no could cost her dream job and a place among the wealthy and elite. But saying yes could cost so much more...


So you can experience The Billionaire's Touch?

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When Leila Montgomery said yes to being billionaire Jacob Whitmore's assistant and submissive, she had no idea she was in for a whole new wardrobe worth thousands of dollars, private jets, and a first assignment in Venice, Italy.

She barely has time to catch her breath, especially when he's near, making her heart race and her temperature rise. Still, she can't help but think about his track record and wonder if he'll tire of her like all the rest.

But when an old flame of Jacob's comes back into the picture, Leila will have to face the fact that she's fallen hard for her dominating boss.

The Billionaire's Touch is part two of the His Submissive series.

Excerpt

"What was this misunderstanding about, Leila?"

"N-Nothing," I mumbled, still not looking him in the eye.

He snapped his fingers. "When I talk to you I expect you to look at me. I will have your respect."

I raised my chin, shooting daggers his way. "Respect? Like you snapping at me like a dog just now? Or how about your revolving door policy?"

His jaw tightened. "Excuse me?"

"Skye told me how you change your personal assistants like underwear. I better enjoy all of this before you throw me out like trash, right?"

His cerulean eyes flashed with something that looked a lot like hurt before they hardened to sea glass. He blazed forward and I gasped as he backed me against the wall, essentially pinning me in place.
I wanted to say something smart, but my brain couldn’t work with him so close to me. The heat of indignation melted and arousal quickly took its place.

His tone was harsh but I felt his lust thump from behind its Armani prison. "I don't appreciate being talked to as if I were the one in your employ."

Staring at him, feeling these powerful, damnable feelings made me want to drop to my knees and submit wholly to him, but the bullheaded part of me wouldn’t let me back down.

"W-Well, I don't appreciate being treated like being in your employ is tantamount to prostitution.”

The side of his mouth crept upward. "Prostitution? I never called you a prostitute, Leila."

"So all of this-” I attempted to move my hand and make a grand gesture, but his hands found my wrists and held them firmly at my side. “-almost two thousand dollars in clothing isn't because I signed your little contract and agreed to be your submissive?"

Turned on or not, I could tell I was starting to grate on his nerves as he let out an impatient sigh. "All of this is because the woman beside me shouldn't look like something out of the bargain bin."

"The bargain bin?" I said incredulously, my voice rising. "Just who do you think you’re-"

"Lower your voice," he said coolly.

“You think just because I signed some document you own me? That you can just...” My words trailed off as he released my wrists and moved his hand to my hip, finding the zipper and quickly pulling it downward. I wasn't sure what was worse--that he obviously felt entitled to my body, or that I was thoroughly turned on by it.

It really didn't matter in the end because the feel of his hand on me turned all brain functioning off. There was only the desire that made my breath come in gasps as his fingers spread out inside the front of my underwear. His hands were right against the lips of me and I could've exploded on the spot.

Ohmygod he's gonna finger me right here. Right in the dressing room.

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Aimelie Aames presents Her Billionaire, Her Wolf - His Every Desire

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A billionaire story unlike all the rest – Get this Paranormal BDSM Erotic Romance

She watches him every day.

For two months she has spent each lunch hour studying the enigmatic man in a restaurant always filled to overflowing; yet, for two months he is there each day in a booth all to himself.

Sara thinks she is safe as she drinks in every gorgeous detail reflected in the bar’s back mirror. She asks herself who he could possibly be, convinced that he would never notice her…convinced that no one ever does.

She couldn’t have been more wrong.

A random accident brings them together and animal lust is unleashed. But what she never could have imagined is far from being the strangest part of this tale. For there are shadowy figures holding the strings offstage and the manipulation of Sara Renardine has only just begun.

Excerpt

There was a sound and then the elevator doors slid open revealing the silhouette of a man, his gaze downturned as he flipped stapled pages in his hands.

Without looking up, he stepped into the dimmed room and Sara marched directly into his path.

What was I thinking?

All thoughts of gratitude were gone. That he had come to her rescue in the restaurant, that he would make arrangements for her job…a new, exquisite silk shirt….

None of it mattered any more as she stood in his way, burning with red rage.

“Who in the hell do you think you are?” she said, wishing she could have shouted the words loudly enough to shatter the windows.

Then, instead of raising her voice, her hand arced up in the shadows. It was slow, yet not, passing through the air as quick as an adder’s strike, yet time had stilled in the near darkness and it was as though the air was as thick as syrup.

Instead of slapping him hard across the face, Sara felt her wrist entrapped in an iron fist.

And absurdly, she wondered what was written on the pages that drifted down to alight upon her feet while the shock of his viselike grip still vibrated down her arm.

The beautiful lanterns of his eyes locked on to her own as he said, “Do you not know? Do you really not know?”

His voice was calm, but his tone was glacial.

Careful…you’re on thin ice.

“I have no idea who you are,” she said, then bit back the rest of what she wanted to say as his eyes softened.

“Then look at me,” he said, his voice as calm as ever, “Right now, look at me and tell me who you think I am. The truth. All of it.”

Sara took a breath, then said, “You tell people what to do. You are so used to doing it, that you don’t notice anymore.”

He stepped closer to her and the hand holding her wrist did not let go.

“You’re arrogant. You think you’re entitled.”

Another half step closer as he pulled her hand to his chest, forcing her palm against him. Forcing her to feel him.

There are cracks under your feet.

“You think you own people.”

His other hand went to her shoulder and Sara could feel the strong beat of his heart under her palm.

“And, you are brave. You step in when you see someone in trouble.”

Then he touched the side of her neck and Sara’s breath came more deeply.

“You are a knight. You saved me….”

Pinned in the amber lights of his eyes, Sara knew that it was already too late, the uncertain footing she walked upon had turned to water as she felt herself drowning in his beautiful gaze.

He bent down to her, his lips soft against her own, searching for more than her words.

She pulled back from him, just enough to speak, her own lips brushing his as she said, “But, that doesn’t give you the right.”

His lips captured hers once more. Warm and velvety. She felt the light rough of a day old beard rasp gently against her skin as she kissed him back.

“You don’t own me,” she said, breaking away only to sigh as his hands slid down her sides, then back up again as he cupped both breasts. Strong thumbs drifted across the nipples studding her blouse, swelling even more under his touch.

“I told you I would give you cause for regret. Now, I shall give you reason for pleasure.”

His voice was delicious in her ears, like warm honey as he continued, “And I can promise you that it will not be the last time, not for one nor the other.”

Hands that could have crushed the bones of her wrist to powder only seconds before roamed freely upon her body. Strong fingers undid delicate pearl buttons.

“Turn around…now.”

 

Marlene Sexton's Devious Submission

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Kimmie never wanted a nine-to five-job and a normal life. She wanted more and she wanted it now. So when Nathan Remington, one of the world's wealthiest and most powerful men, proposed a deal that required her to submit to him in exchange for a large sum of money, she jumped at the chance. However, Nathan isn't what he seems and Kimmie has her own secrets and ulterior motives. Together, they ignite a fire of passion that is not easily quenched.

Devious Submission isn't just an erotic tale of domination and submission. It begins the story of the struggle between a man and a woman full of intrigue and suspense, deception and betrayal, romance and sex. No one is who they seem and everyone has something to hide.

Look for Desperate Submission, the follow up to Devious Submission, coming soon!

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Emily Kee's Exclusive Entertainment - Billionaire's Resort

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Invited to work at a private resort, Rachel realizes there's a lot more that goes on here than she anticipated. When handsome billionaire Brice Golden pushes her boundaries, just how far is Rachel willing to go for her boss?

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Short Story - 11,000 words. Warning: Adult Content, Over 18+ Only

Angelina Spears - The Power Billionaire: Curves, Submission and Pleasure

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Plus-size secretary Merrin Rexford is flying down to Florida to help her grandmother recover from surgery. She's looking forward to catching up on her reading but at the last minute a man sits next to her. It wouldn't be so disastrous if he wasn't so handsome.

...If he wasn't trying to seduce her!

There's something about Grayson Holmes, about his demanding voice, his subtle charm that she can't resist. So unused to these games, Merrin finds herself playing along and finding incredible pleasure.

She's afraid the plane will eventually land and dash her hopes for happiness, but little does she know Grayson is already making plans to see her again. Making plans to have her submit to his every desire.

It helps that he's one of the most powerful billionaires in the world...

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The Power Billionaire: Curves, Submission and Pleasure is a story of BBW erotic romance. If you enjoy plump women finally being able to explore their sexuality without any shame, you will lose yourself in the tale of Merrin Rexford and her extraordinary adventures.
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Angelina Spears is the pen name of Cheri Verset. Whereas Cheri likes to experiment with quick and dirty stories designed to titillate in short order, Angelina likes to take her time and develop the narrative.

You could say Cheri likes it fast and hard against the washing machine while Angelina prefers candlelight and soft music as she makes love by the fireplace. Champagne and strawberries, anyone?
You can contact her on Twitter at @CheriVerset and visit her at CheriVerset.com.

Francis Ashe wants you to Just Let Go

In this sensual erotic novella, Elise Montro is torn between her insecurities and a need to be in control of everything around her. While working away from the office on a series of audits, Elise is wooed by a mysterious man who takes away both her control and her insecurity. And then he disappears.

When she must present work to the company's CEO, she is surprised to find him oddly familiar.

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This 14,500 word erotic novella features sensual pleasures, first time sexual experiences, strip-teasing, light bondage, explicit sexual situations, conquest over fear and a long awaited release.
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Excerpt

He was wearing a close-cropped beard and a well-fitting suit. For a moment, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The way he stood there, one foot casually propped up on the bumper of a sleek German car, one hand by his side and the phone to his ear seemed to drip masculine, sexy, confidence. I don’t know why I thought that – I mean, I never think things like that about strangers. I took two years to calm down around the only long-term boyfriend I ever had enough to let him really touch me.

I am slow to warm. That’s just how I am. This stranger though, his hand impatiently patting his leg, was different. I felt a hot sensation creep down my spine, under my skirt and even between my legs. His stare pierced me to the core, and those blue eyes of his seemed like a fire that started in my chest and spread from there.

A breath hitched. I turned to leave, having to consciously take my eyes off this smoldering man who made the word ‘sex’ scream in my mind.

Halfway to the building, I just had to turn back and catch one more glimpse. But, in that short space of time – maybe fifteen, twenty seconds – he, and his car, had vanished.

Somehow I managed to push the whole thing out of my mind for a few hours, but when I left the building for lunch, he was back. Same place. Same relaxed posture. I watched him sweep back his hair and got in my car, making an honest effort to stop staring at this mysterious watcher I seemed to have attracted.

I turned the key.

Knock-knock.

I turned my head.

It was him. He smiled, perfect white teeth, tiny crinkles at the corners of his mouth and eyes. Right then, I felt almost overwhelmed. He motioned to roll down the window.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“You’re coming with me. This way.” He nodded back to his car. I thought it was a different color than the one this morning, but couldn’t be sure.

“I... excuse me?”

His smile straightened out.

“You’re coming with me.” He repeated, “This way.” And then he walked off.