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Emma Nichols!!
Sin at Sea (A Sinful Novel Book 1)
***Blurb***
When Alysin surprised her boyfriend at work with dinner, the surprise was on her. Since he was going at it with his secretary on the conference table, she packed a bag and called her BFF. Jolie and Alysin have been traveling the country, working as digital nomads for ten years, ever since graduation. Taking this as a sign it was time for a new move, they decide to take a cruise, regroup, and make a plan. Then she meets Mr. Bedroom Eyes. Following her lead, they pretend to be married so she can rid herself of the guy who started hitting on her before the boat left the dock. Though it’s supposed to be a momentary arrangement, he asks her to take it one step farther. Then another and another. The cruise promises to be memorable in every way that matters. Along the way, Alysin learns she won't have to fake an orgasm if she's with someone who knows what to do, that not all men suck but the best ones suck really well, and that sometimes what starts out as something pretend can fast become something completely real. Will the woman who lives life with no regrets, regret that she made that stupid rule about not exchanging names and contact info?
When Alysin surprised her boyfriend at work with dinner, the surprise was on her. Since he was going at it with his secretary on the conference table, she packed a bag and called her BFF. Jolie and Alysin have been traveling the country, working as digital nomads for ten years, ever since graduation. Taking this as a sign it was time for a new move, they decide to take a cruise, regroup, and make a plan. Then she meets Mr. Bedroom Eyes. Following her lead, they pretend to be married so she can rid herself of the guy who started hitting on her before the boat left the dock. Though it’s supposed to be a momentary arrangement, he asks her to take it one step farther. Then another and another. The cruise promises to be memorable in every way that matters. Along the way, Alysin learns she won't have to fake an orgasm if she's with someone who knows what to do, that not all men suck but the best ones suck really well, and that sometimes what starts out as something pretend can fast become something completely real. Will the woman who lives life with no regrets, regret that she made that stupid rule about not exchanging names and contact info?
***Excerpt***
Maybe this time I was on my own. Then I saw him. He had those classic good looks, pretty without looking feminine; a strong jaw, beautiful deep blue eyes, and rich brown hair that was thick and begged to be touched. Why couldn’t that guy have pulled out my chair?
Standing, I smoothly stepped in front of him. “Babe, did you not see me? I was right here. Did you get my Coke?” I could see he was mildly shocked. No problem. I could fix that. In a few seconds he was going to be majorly shocked. In fact, I planned to render him speechless...and malleable. I stood on my tiptoes and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. As I imagined, I was offered a hungrier look. That’s when I made my move. Slowly, I matched my lips to his and then shifted so I was angled and we were kissing...really really kissing. Thankfully, he played along. Seconds later he had played right into my hand. Wow wow wow.
“Help me, please,” I breathed into his ear.
“Anything for you, sexy.” He sealed his vow with a kiss on my cheek that totally did not suck. He looked over at my intruder. “Who’s this guy?” he asked, jerking his thumb in the guy’s direction.
“I have no idea. I’m sure he was just keeping the seat warm for you, though.” I smiled at him and frowned over at the guy who was keeping me from my meal.
“Uh, yeah, I was just leaving,” the man mumbled. Then he stood up as he muttered apologies and soon walked away. The new guy sat down. I stared over at him while trying to read the situation. For all I knew, I had simply traded one douche for another. Historically speaking, it wouldn’t shock me.
“Hey, don’t mind me. I just ended up getting drawn into your little charade. Hope you don’t mind if I enjoy my meal while we keep up appearances?” He smiled.
“Nope. We’re good,” I replied although I was admittedly wary.
While I was smiling at him, I had little to say. There was so much going on in my mind...and thanks to Jolie, having an orgasm wasn’t part of it. The longer he sat, not making a move, the more interesting he became. Maybe I wasn’t desperate for sex, but I wasn’t going to turn down the possibility of some amazing guilt-free sex with a hot guy for anything. Only I wasn’t sure how to gain his attention. My smile hadn’t worked. The kiss hadn’t accomplished anything. What was it going to take to get a man like this to be interested in spending a few meaningless days on a cruise with me? Guess I’d simply have to try the direct approach.
“Are you married?” I asked, confident if that didn’t break the ice, nothing would.
“No,” he said, cocking his head.
I leaned in. “Really? Because you look like the marrying kind.” I took another bite of my potato salad while I studied his reaction.
Throwing his head back to laugh, he said, “I run too fast. No one can catch me, let alone keep up.” He punctuated his sentence with a wink.
Clearly I was going to have to be the one to get the conversation started. “Thank you for saving me. I’m here with my friend. She is napping right now. I’m not used to having to fend off guys anymore,” I admitted as I kept on eating. Isn’t it nice when you don’t want anything serious from someone and you can just be yourself? That was the freedom I felt around Mr. Bedroom Eyes.
He smiled and I saw he started to extend his hand. I had the feeling he was about to introduce himself, so I stopped him. “Listen, you can tell me your name, but I’m just going to forget it. I’m lousy with names.”
“Okay, so we’re not exchanging names? Is there anything you would like to exchange?” He smirked.
“Yes, as a matter of fact. How about bodily fluids?” I smiled and stared at him with a suggestive
look.He...choked on his Coke. When he finally stopped coughing, I was about finished eating. I don’t let much come between my food and me even if I don’t look like it.
“Sorry, I’m not used to women being so direct,” he said with a smile as he wiped his face.
“I don’t play,” I said honestly. Then I stood. I am known for my exits. As I turned, giving him full view of what I considered my best feature, I shot over my shoulder, “Think about it.” Then I walked away. Always...and I mean always leave them wanting more. I didn’t have to look back to know he was staring at me. Let him stare. With my head up and shoulders back, I headed to the elevator.
Maybe this time I was on my own. Then I saw him. He had those classic good looks, pretty without looking feminine; a strong jaw, beautiful deep blue eyes, and rich brown hair that was thick and begged to be touched. Why couldn’t that guy have pulled out my chair?
Standing, I smoothly stepped in front of him. “Babe, did you not see me? I was right here. Did you get my Coke?” I could see he was mildly shocked. No problem. I could fix that. In a few seconds he was going to be majorly shocked. In fact, I planned to render him speechless...and malleable. I stood on my tiptoes and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. As I imagined, I was offered a hungrier look. That’s when I made my move. Slowly, I matched my lips to his and then shifted so I was angled and we were kissing...really really kissing. Thankfully, he played along. Seconds later he had played right into my hand. Wow wow wow.
“Help me, please,” I breathed into his ear.
“Anything for you, sexy.” He sealed his vow with a kiss on my cheek that totally did not suck. He looked over at my intruder. “Who’s this guy?” he asked, jerking his thumb in the guy’s direction.
“I have no idea. I’m sure he was just keeping the seat warm for you, though.” I smiled at him and frowned over at the guy who was keeping me from my meal.
“Uh, yeah, I was just leaving,” the man mumbled. Then he stood up as he muttered apologies and soon walked away. The new guy sat down. I stared over at him while trying to read the situation. For all I knew, I had simply traded one douche for another. Historically speaking, it wouldn’t shock me.
“Hey, don’t mind me. I just ended up getting drawn into your little charade. Hope you don’t mind if I enjoy my meal while we keep up appearances?” He smiled.
“Nope. We’re good,” I replied although I was admittedly wary.
While I was smiling at him, I had little to say. There was so much going on in my mind...and thanks to Jolie, having an orgasm wasn’t part of it. The longer he sat, not making a move, the more interesting he became. Maybe I wasn’t desperate for sex, but I wasn’t going to turn down the possibility of some amazing guilt-free sex with a hot guy for anything. Only I wasn’t sure how to gain his attention. My smile hadn’t worked. The kiss hadn’t accomplished anything. What was it going to take to get a man like this to be interested in spending a few meaningless days on a cruise with me? Guess I’d simply have to try the direct approach.
“Are you married?” I asked, confident if that didn’t break the ice, nothing would.
“No,” he said, cocking his head.
I leaned in. “Really? Because you look like the marrying kind.” I took another bite of my potato salad while I studied his reaction.
Throwing his head back to laugh, he said, “I run too fast. No one can catch me, let alone keep up.” He punctuated his sentence with a wink.
Clearly I was going to have to be the one to get the conversation started. “Thank you for saving me. I’m here with my friend. She is napping right now. I’m not used to having to fend off guys anymore,” I admitted as I kept on eating. Isn’t it nice when you don’t want anything serious from someone and you can just be yourself? That was the freedom I felt around Mr. Bedroom Eyes.
He smiled and I saw he started to extend his hand. I had the feeling he was about to introduce himself, so I stopped him. “Listen, you can tell me your name, but I’m just going to forget it. I’m lousy with names.”
“Okay, so we’re not exchanging names? Is there anything you would like to exchange?” He smirked.
“Yes, as a matter of fact. How about bodily fluids?” I smiled and stared at him with a suggestive
look.He...choked on his Coke. When he finally stopped coughing, I was about finished eating. I don’t let much come between my food and me even if I don’t look like it.
“Sorry, I’m not used to women being so direct,” he said with a smile as he wiped his face.
“I don’t play,” I said honestly. Then I stood. I am known for my exits. As I turned, giving him full view of what I considered my best feature, I shot over my shoulder, “Think about it.” Then I walked away. Always...and I mean always leave them wanting more. I didn’t have to look back to know he was staring at me. Let him stare. With my head up and shoulders back, I headed to the elevator.
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Vixen In Vegas (A Sinful Novel Book 2)
***Blurb***
It
was supposed to be a week of simply being, of living in the moment and
enjoying every minute while it lasted. Of course, that kind of
intoxication can have lingering effects.
For Sin, she finds herself wanting to break all the rules, to extend her time with the stranger who stole her heart. Vegas is just the right kind of place to take such a gamble.
Meeting up with BE at the gondolas is a risk. Love goes against everything they'd promised one another. But the best things in life can’t be planned. Soon Alysin will be tested. After guarding her heart for so long, she finally lets a man in and discovers that the worst things in life happen when she least expects them.
When she walks in on BE with another woman and overhears their heated conversation, she suddenly remembers there is a reason she made these rules.
Will broken rules lead to broken hearts?
Or will she realize that though love is a gamble - - she's all in?
For Sin, she finds herself wanting to break all the rules, to extend her time with the stranger who stole her heart. Vegas is just the right kind of place to take such a gamble.
Meeting up with BE at the gondolas is a risk. Love goes against everything they'd promised one another. But the best things in life can’t be planned. Soon Alysin will be tested. After guarding her heart for so long, she finally lets a man in and discovers that the worst things in life happen when she least expects them.
When she walks in on BE with another woman and overhears their heated conversation, she suddenly remembers there is a reason she made these rules.
Will broken rules lead to broken hearts?
Or will she realize that though love is a gamble - - she's all in?
***Excerpt***
“Seriously? I’m fearless. What do I have to be afraid
of? I’m not tied down. I can move whenever I want. I have the best kind
of job security ever, since I’m self-employed. Hell, I like me so much,
I’ll never fire me!” My chin jutted out in defiance as I attempted to
convince him how great my life was.
Sitting
up slowly, he looked at me, the concern evident. “So, if you get hurt,
you just move? If you get in a fight, you just move?” For the first
time, he looked afraid. Then he shook his head. “It sounds lonely to me.
It sounds like you go to great lengths to avoid dealing with feelings.”
He edged closer to me, pushing my long dark hair out of my face.
“Haven’t you ever had anything in your life worth sticking around for?”
He cupped my face in his hand. I reached up and held it there for a
moment with my eyes closed.
That
was a lot to consider. That was a lot to analyze. “I left home after
graduation because I wanted a change. I needed more excitement in my
life. Jolie and I agreed to never live in the same state twice. There
was no need, not with fifty states to choose from,” I said with a shy
smile.
“And if you ran out of states?” he asked with a raised brow.
“There’s always the Caribbean, then Europe,” I said with a shrug.
“Okay,” he began slowly. “This is a good start. This is what I want...to get to know you.”
Shaking my head in confusion, I asked, “What?”
“Renegotiating
our terms. I want to get to know you. All the boring stuff...life by
the typical stats: name, date of birth, occupation, last known
address...phone number, email, that kind of thing. I want it all with
you, Sin. I want the possibility of forever wrapped in a hundred million
moments.
Available here:
Heaven In Hedonism (A Sinful Novel Book 3)
***Blurb***
For ten years, Sin and Jolie were inseparable. Now, with Sin happily married and pregnant with twins, Jolie is feeling lost and restless.
She knows something is missing, but the closest she comes up with is a desire for her own baby. Maybe, if she could just get past her issue
with men, she could find a proper sperm donor.
For the past ten months, she's been working with Mac. Other than being male, he's younger, her complete opposite, and pretty much wrong in
every way. Soon, he instructs Jolie to take a vacation and decides to join her. It's only a week, but by now Jolie should know that someone
who seems wrong can be oh so right, and a week can change the course of a life.
with men, she could find a proper sperm donor.
For the past ten months, she's been working with Mac. Other than being male, he's younger, her complete opposite, and pretty much wrong in
every way. Soon, he instructs Jolie to take a vacation and decides to join her. It's only a week, but by now Jolie should know that someone
who seems wrong can be oh so right, and a week can change the course of a life.
***Excerpt***
The
chair on the other side of my desk creaked. Immediately, I stiffened
and swiped at my eyes before meeting the face of the only other person
in the office tonight. Fuck. It was Mac. His face was the picture of
concern. His mannerisms, the quiet way he moved, the gentleness of his
touch when he laid a hand on my arm, the slight pout to his lips made me
cry harder.
“Have I told you how much I hate you?” I asked him in frustration. “Could I not have a minute?”
Shaking his head, his grasp on my arm tightened. “Why are you crying? You should never cry alone.”
“Well, my boss,” I began in an effort to joke and deflect. It was my way. Mac saw through it.
“Really.
What’s bothering you, not Just Jolie?” A smile played at the corner of
his lips at what was obviously his attempt at lightening the mood.
“Not just?” I asked, brightening some, even if I wanted to fight it.
“Yeah.
There is so much more to you. And I want to know all of it.” Even if he
meant it in the most innocent of ways, his words had the opposite
effect.
“Time to call it a night, I think,” I mumbled as I pushed back my chair and stood.
“You’ve just got here,” he said exasperated. “How am I supposed to calculate your pay for this?” He stood
across from me, arms in the air as though he was genuinely confused. “Let me make it easy for you. Don’t pay me for
today.
Hell, you can charge me for the cocoa, if you want. I don’t need the
money. I don’t need the job.” I headed toward the exit.
“Jolie, don’t quit on me,” he said shrilly. He caught up to me once more and placed a hand on my shoulder.
Whipping
around, my natural response was to throw my hands up and get in a
fighting stance. When he stepped back, I dropped my hands and one lone
tear made its way down my cheek. “Why not? I’m completely miserable.”
Slowly
he closed the distance between us. “I don’t think it’s the job,” he
said quietly. “I think this is just a symptom of a bigger problem. What
do you normally do in a situation like this, when you are this unhappy?”
A mirthless laugh escaped my lips. “Simple. I move.”
“Okay,
so not that. Do you want to take a few days off? A week? You tell me.”
There was a desperate edge to his voice. “I need you on this project,
Jolie, but I need you happy even more.”
Shaking my head, I looked at him. “When have you ever known me to be happy?”
His eyes darted back and forth. Apparently he was thinking on that. “There have been times, at the beginning.”
“Eh, this place was all shiny and new. It doesn’t count. And I was mostly happy for Sin anyway.”
“So,
what’s the next best thing to quitting? How can we get you happy
again?” His blue green eyes pierced through my very best shields.
Powerless to look away, I met his gaze and shrugged. “There has to be
something. Think,” he urged. So, I did. One thought kept recurring in my mind.My
whole life had become a case of what would Sin do? Then it hit me. “I
need to go away for a week, or two.” The idea took hold, the merit
growing. “I’ll get my head right.” Then I frowned.
“What’s wrong now?” he asked, sounding more than a little exasperated.
His tone made me smile. Why do I derive such pleasure from upsetting him? “I’ve
never traveled alone,” I whispered, looking down at the floor. When I
met his eyes once more, mine were glassy with tears threatening to spill
over. This must be PMS. I never got this emotional.
“Okay,
how about this. You take two weeks off,” he said. From the way he was
running his hand through his hair, I could tell he was making this up as
he went along. From the look on his face, whatever he was about to pull
out of his butt was a doozy. “This first week, you’re on your own. The
second week, however, we’ll travel together.”
Opening
my mouth, I prepared a series of objections. “Why would I travel with
you?” I spluttered. Yet even as I asked, I realized I kind of really
wanted to. I didn’t want to go away all by myself. Sure, that last
cruise, I might as well have been on my own, but always in the back of
my mind, I knew Sin was there, knew I could find her if I needed her.
For ten years, that had been our way. I wasn’t ready to be alone, to
travel without a companion. Ah, but the fighter in me wasn’t going to
just tap out. He’d have to work for this.
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***Bio***
What made her decide to be an erotica author?
Simple.
How else was she going to parlay her two favorite past times into a
career?
Emma is single and loving it. Like her first character, Alysin, Sin for
short, she doesn't believe in settling or in settling down. She loves to
indulge in her passions whenever the mood strikes and enjoys keeping
all of life's cliche moments spicy.
Known for her sense of humor, Emma surrounds herself with friends whose
antics often become the source of book fodder. Her ideal situation would
be to explore the Caribbean while writing. She pursues that dream
daily.
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