Bargain books and archaeology are catnip to me, how about you? Yesterday, I searched all over Goodreads for Archaeological novels. I made a list of a few I haven’t read yet. In the meantime, I’m writing my own. If you’re do for some high-heat private reading material, check out my limited-time discount deals. I’ve got several books available on Google Play, Smashwords, Apple ibooks, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon for 99c this week. Most of my books are $2.99 US or more each, or the equivalent in your local currency. Let’s celebrate spring with erotic pleasure!
99c Q. Zayne Erotica
Have you explored my dirty Billionaires Club yet? This interracial BDSM erotica series is hard and unprotected. The first three episodes, Sold, Auction, and Owned can stand alone, and the others are best read in order. Each part details the sexual experiences of a virgin Gabe recruits to his island for private shows.
Owned: Bare Show Wow really hot read just loved it🔥❤—Filiz Ataman on Google Play
Owned for a night. The chance to fulfill a secret fantasy. But could I handle newly-released ex-cons?
Gabe looked at me with such gorgeous blue-green eyes, with no judgment whatsoever. I didn’t want him to go away. Once I stopped talking, I’d have to figure out what to do about the mess I’d just made of my life—alone in San Francisco with no family, no savings, and the prospect of losing my home.
“My life’s straight out of a sleazy day-time talk show. I made the predictable career choice of erotic dancer.” I glanced at him. He had the serene face of a Buddha, if the Buddha looked like a hunk with chiseled good looks from Hollywood’s golden era.
“I want to help you, Minx. The thing is, I’ve been recruiting for my private club for months, and you’re different. I’m not sure if this is the right opportunity for you.” He smiled again, making me weak in the knees. “I’d like it to be.”
“Just what are you proposing?” Given his discomfort, it must be something sexual. But no one as hot as this guy needed to recruit a mistress. Maybe he was kinky.
This is a standalone Erotica novella rated 18+ due to language, detailed sexual content and mature themes. Contents may be triggering for some readers. OWNED is the third episode in The Billionaires Club series. These books feature raw kinks and fetishes — including unprotected public submission to gangs of rough men. After she signs a contract, of course. Enjoy the first three books in any reading order.
Truly HotOne of the fastest and best books read. Sex with a capital S.” —Bibs, on Amazon
High-Heat Archaelogy Adventure—STRANDED, Coming Soon
If you got hooked on Elizabeth Peter’s Amelia Peabody series by Egyptologist Barbara Mertz, or imprinted on Indiana Jones, you understand why I want more of these adventures. More recently, Earnest Dempsey, Kevin Tumlinson, and other independent authors have increased the popularity of archeological thrillers. Clive Cussler has fast-paced reads for adventure enthusiasts. So far, for me, in the thriller and action-adventure vein, there’s not as much detail on setting, ancient cultures, and archaeology as I like. The focus tends to be on the hero’s obstacles. What I want is a character-driven, passionate, fast-paced intense read with dirty parts–along with the jungles, relic quest, and ancient mysteries.
This season on Mexico’s Gulf Coast, I’ll be visiting more Maya ruins, and I’m hoping to see some monkeys. Despite all the warnings along the Quintana Roo coast, I haven’t yet seen a crocodile, except in the zoos. I kept an eye on the river banks for them in Belize, too.
Right now, I’m finishing Stranded, the first episode in Rachel’s quest for a mysterious relic that might cure her sister. I’ll warn you, Xavier the pilot has a mean streak. This is a gritty thrill-ride with a focus on Rachel’s journey. Of course, there’s a romantic subplot and toe-curling sex. There’s a dark, twisted dynamic too, and danger.
Here’s an excerpt from the first chapter of STRANDED:
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The pilot’s bulging muscles tightened on the small plane’s controls.
“Hang on.”
“What? What are you doing?”
“We’re going down.”
How could he sound so calm? They were in a tin can over miles of ocean. “No!”
“No?” He stared at her and the corner of his lips twitched.
She wanted to hit him. The plane lurched. She gripped the seat and gasped. “No, no, no!”
“Take it easy. Be quiet now. I have to get us down safely.”
“Not down, you’re supposed to fly this thing,” she muttered, bitter to her core.
She should never have asked him for a ride. He was the kind of man her mother warned her about. Maybe that’s why she’d picked him. Still not over acting out against all that training to be a good girl. Too late to fight with Mom now. She squeezed her eyes shut tight against the sight of the plane aiming at the horrible steel sea.
Tears squeezed out. Right now, she’d do anything to see her mom. Swallowing, she kept a death grip on the seat.
The small plane bucked. The wind force buffeted it so hard her stomach pitched. She peeked. His powerful arms were corded as he held the controls steady in the gale. Dark clouds surrounded them. Rain bashed the plane as though gods threw it at them from buckets.
Holy hell. What chance did they have of living through this? “Please God, I don’t want to die.” Her face went hot, even while facing death, the presence of the arrogant pilot rankled. She didn’t want him to know she was scared.
“Can I help?” she whispered.
“No, but thanks for asking.” He flashed her a brilliant smile. Sexy as fuck. Too bad there was no way they could do the deed before the plane reached the sea. Of all the ways to die, drowning and descending into Davy Jones’ locker was–.
The descent slowed, the plane easing through the wind.
Branches scraped at the plane. She clenched her teeth against the chalkboard sound.
Branches? There was nothing but sea.
She gave the pilot a suspicious look. If this was his idea of a joke–. Fury possessed her.
The plane kept dropping, slowed but not stopped by tall trees.
“Heads up!”
She braced herself, pressing her head against the headrest in time to prevent whiplash as the plane slammed into…. what the fuck? White sprayed around them. A snow bank?
The whiteness settled. She stared out at a white sand beach and the jewel-bright green and blue sea. Palm trees waved around them. Blinking, she craned her neck to see their miracle landing path. Behind the crumpled plane, huge jungle trees hung over them, having taken damage.
The plane leaned to one side on a broken wing.
The stunning sea stretched around them in an arc, lapping at the smooth sand with lacy foam. Coconuts lay under some of the palms. A few sprinkles dotted the cracked windshield, and the palms swayed in a slow hula. The sun blazed out between bruise-colored clouds. The storm, all that barrage of hell-rain, it was over as though it had never happened. Except that it downed the plane here…in a wet dream of paradise.
Stay tuned for the release of Stranded.
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Thanks for reading. Enjoy your hot escape!
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