(((((ORGASMS)))))

Hi Everyone. 

Please welcome my guest blogger, a very interesting author...

La Marchesa

Hi, I'm La Marchesa. I write what I hope are triple sexy, if unusual stories. You may not have heard of me or seen my books because on Amazon at least, they mostly reside in the depths of their dungeon. That's what erotic authors call Amazons Adult Filter, where erotic books are much less visible. 

Anyway, Dee asked me to write a guest blog and I agreed. I chose to write about my first book, which has been a quasi best seller for the four years it's been out.

I don't usually write blogs, but here goes.   

(((Orgasm))). I love that word. You should too. After all it feels fantastic. Doesn’t it? Unfortunately the feeling only lasts a ridiculously short time. There’s not a lot of data on this, but I’m guessing an orgasm lasts ten to twenty seconds.

Ten to Twenty seconds? All that work for ten to twenty seconds of bliss. For the men it’s dressing up, ninety-seven dollars plus tip at a fancy restaurant, Sixty dollars plus tip at a cocktail lounge, not to mention the gas and flowers, all for say ten to twenty stinking seconds. Christ that’s about a seventy thousand dollars an hour. For maybe twenty seconds if you're lucky. Even Donald Trump might have trouble matching that.

It’s not free for the women either. Beauty shop, manicure, pedicure, new dress? Sexy four inch heels? Sensuous lingerie to be removed at the propitious moment? You figure that one out girls. All for ten to twenty seconds. (assuming the lady doesn’t have multiple moments of ecstasy)

It’s a good thing it feels good getting to the orgasm, too or we might be extinct.

Anyway back to my word—Orgasm. I think it sounds sexy. How about you? It’s sexy, feels great and that’s why you have sex, right?

Maybe not. Some of you—women more than men—may have sex for other reasons and some not at all. While researching this article I came across some disturbing statistics.

For instance, 70% of we women have never had an orgasm with a man. Hmmm. How can that be? Female partners? Vibrators? Fingers? Nothing at all? You tell me. On top of that 48% of women have faked an orgasm. (poor things) In addition, 25% of men will get turned down by their own lovers over half the time. (poor babies) Their partners apparently think sex is a chore. (amazing) Maybe, just maybe that’s why so many men stray. Women too, because it’s obvious there’s problems on both sides.

More facts

       Average length of time it takes a woman to have an orgasm: 20 minutes. Average length of time it takes a man: 2-5 minutes. (tell me about it, grrrr) Half of girls have had an orgasm by the time they're 16 years old. 44% of men say their female partners always have orgasms when they have sex. 22% of women say they always have orgasms when they have sex.

About 1% of women are able to achieve orgasm solely through breast stimulation. 63% of college women say they've had multiple orgasms.

      Anatomically, all women’s orgasms arc centered in the clitoris, whether they result from direct manual pressure applied to the clitoris, indirect pressure resulting from the thrusting of penis during intercourse.

    Women are naturally multi-orgasmic and most women are capable, if she is immediately stimulated following orgasm, is likely to experience several orgasms in rapid succession.

      Although women's orgasms do not vary in kind, they vary in intensity. The most intense orgasms experienced by the research subjects were by masturbatory manual stimulation, followed in intensity by manual stimulation by the partner; the least intense orgasms wore experienced during intercourse. What? Blah!

     Now, tell me ladies and gents (if there are any out there) Would you have sex more often if you could have longer orgasms? I know I would?” Tell me if you would, if you could experience longer orgasms what would be your ideal length? Thirty seconds, one minute, two minutes, five minutes? More? Get serious. You’d be catatonic after five minutes. I decided two minutes would be ideal. That’s about ten times the length of the average Or-r-r-r-r-r-gasm, Wouldn’t that be a gas?
    That’s why I wrote Two Minute Orgasm. One reviewer once called it Smutilicious! It's even on sale right now for $1.99!  Can you believe it?
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Ladies Sexing Ladies via Lap Dances

 

Recently I wrote a book in which lap dances played a prominent part, called, Playtime with Sera. Not just girl on guy lap dances but girl on girl lap dances. Yes, I said girl on girl and it’s not only girl on homosexual girl but often girl on heterosexual girl lap dances.

Writing the, for lack of better wording, lap dance sex scenes, I realized they can be very sexual. These girl on girl lap dances didn’t just pop into my head out of thin air. I researched the subject. The preponderance of the subject came from two sources, an article called The Science of Lap Dances and Ladies Sexing Ladies, the later being a very long and comprehensive study.
For those not familiar with lap dancing, let me explain. Like pole dancing and striping, many ladies have perfected lap dances to an art-form. While pole dancing is generally graceful and gymnastic and strip teases are sexy, lap dances are easily the most erotic—and lucrative. A lap dance scene in the movie Showgirl comes to mind for those who would like to view one, however my lap dances were much sexier, if I do say so.

The mechanics of lap dancing: A lap dance can be simple or complex, clothed or unclothed, touching or no touching, depending on the girl and the club. In a topless club, that is the way a girl is likely to perform and in an all-nude club…I’ll let you figure it out.
The ladies make a good portion of their money from lap dances, including tips, so most lap dances include touching—mostly one way, the girl touching the male or sometimes female customer.
Obviously, the girls themselves need to be moderately attractive and have good bodies. Those that don’t meet this threshold filter out of the business often with a damaged ego.
That’s the background for all lap dances. Here’s what I learned about girl on girl lap dances. Reading between the lines it seems that around a third of the dancers are willing to perform a lap dance with another woman.

Apparently, many women customers are lesbian, but more than you think are straight and a few are bi-sexual. Straight lady customers can come from all sources, girls partying, girls night out, a boyfriend urging her or just plain curiosity. I wrote a blog a while back about bi-curiosity called Are You Bi-Curious? and another about older women called Over Forty and Over Men. Either of those could fall in this group.
 
An interesting item I found about girl on girl lap dances is that some dancers will allow more touching and go further with a woman than a man. Part of that is club policy and some, I believe, is the dancers find women to be less threatening.
I could go on and on but that’s the main points. If you’d like to read more, link onto the articles I mentioned.
How, about you readers? Have any of you had a lap dance? I read a story once where every so often a woman would go to a strip club, get a lap dance from a sexy naked or almost naked lady and go home so turned on, she makes love to her husband for hours. Does that sound possible? 

Given the opportunity would any of you have a lap dance? How about giving a lap dance? Have any of you given a lap dance in a club or to your significant other? Tell me what you think. I’d really like to know.

Keeping in the spirit of girls giving sexy lap dances to ladies, I plan to write a sexy girl on girl lap dance story, simply called Lap Dance. I haven't written anything on it yet but I have made a very sexy (at least I think it's sexy) cover.

 Sorry folks, I have a lot in the queue ahead of Lap Dance but this cover keeps drawing my attention. Look for me to pub Lap Dance in a year or so.

Character Interview for Brad Fairchild & Ginger Allen from EEK! I'm a Woman

      

Hello everyone. I hope the New Year is going well for you so far.

I have a special treat for everyone today. The main characters from Dee Dawning's latest novel, EEK! I'm a Woman—Ginger Allen and Brad Fairchild—are hanging out with me today and they've agreed to an interview.

For those not familiar with EEK! Here's the Blurb. A Story and Adult Excerpts follow the interview.

Blurb

What would you do if you woke up as someone else?

Waking after a wild celebratory night of with Ginger, a dazzling courtesan, Brad needs to pee bad. Taking his usual position in front of the water closet he reaches for his male ego but can't locate it.

What the H…? He pads to the vanity, flips on the light and stares in the mirror where he is rewarded with the reflection of…Ginger, the girl he spent the night with. What the F… is going on!

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Main Characters

                              

 

Character: Ginger Allen 

Age: 26

Occupation: Actress / model / courtesan 

Employer: Independent contractor

Other: Roommate and best friend of Amber

 

Character: Brad Fairchild

Age: 29

Occupation: Trading manager

Employer: Bayside Securities

Other: Best friend of Lew

Character: Amber Lane

Age: 25

Occupation: Actress / model / courtesan

Employer: Independent contractor

Other: Roommate and best friend of Ginger

 

 

Character: Lewis Caruso

Age: 27

Occupation: Stock Trader
Employer: Bayside Securities

Other: Brad's best friend

Interview

Just in case you didn't know, a newbie angel switched Ginger and Brad's bodies while they slept just as Brad was about to get a promotion from the big boss the next day. So this should be one of the most interesting character interviews ever. So let's begin the interview.

Dee: "So Ginger, Brad, who wants to go first?"

Brad: "You pick, Dee,"

Dee: "Okay Brad, you asked for it." (snicker, snicker) "After being Ginger your whole life, what was it like waking up in Brad's body?"

Brad: He chuckled. "As you might imagine initially we both flipped out, but after we got over the freakiness and shock of our new bodies, we became curious."

Dee: "Curious about what?"

Brad: We were curious about what it was like being the opposite sex, i.e. was it really opposite?

Ginger: "True, but Brad was more curious than me. He had a new toy called a penis and couldn't wait to play with it and try it out."

Brad: "Yeah, it was great. I peed standing up and then I blackmailed Ginger into giving me a blow job." 

Dee: "Blackmailed?"

Ginger: "Blackmail's probably too strong a term. Since I was now Ginger, I needed Brad to play me at work, so I agreed." 

Dee: laughed. "So how was it?"

Brad: flashed a huge grin. "Fansuckingtastic!" He laughed. 

Dee: blushed. "Well, we better be moving along.  Ginger, I'd like to hear more about the differences."

Ginger: Really except for size and sex organs it wasn't really that much different. The difference was in societal demands"

Dee: Brad?" 

Brad: I agree with Ginger. The big differences were in dress, code of conduct and other limitations society sets on us.

Dee: That makes sense. According to the book, you eventually discovered how you changed places."

Ginger: "Ah-huh, believe it or not, a couple of angels, Madame Suriano and Suzie Carpenter switched us."

Brad: "It was really Suzi, Madame wasn't there. When Madame left Suzi in charge while she went to check on some one else. Suzi thought we were serious about thinking it would be neat being the other person."

Ginger: "That was the strangest experience. I thought we were going to die, They directed us to their office which I swear was in the sky, maybe a cloud and when they were finished--" 

Dee: "Shhh! You don't want to give away too much of the book. Tell me did you think it would be nice being the other person?"

Ginger: "I did think it would be cool being Ginger and still do."

Brad: "And I loved the idea of being a mid-level investment banker. That's what I went to college for."

Dee: "I know. If I remember right, you had an opportunity to switch back. Did you consider it?" 

Brad: "Hell yes. But in the end we decided we liked the new us and us as a couple."

Dee: "Tell us about your best friends, Amber and Lew."

Ginger: She lolled her head back and laughed. "If ever there was such a thing as love at first site, it was them."

Brad: He nodded. "Absolutely, their eyes just lit up when they first saw each other in Libation Station."

Ginger: "Unlike us. We had to learn to love our former selves." 

Dee: "Was that hard?"

Brad: "Surprisingly, no."

Ginger: "I agree. It was like we were made for each other. The fact is, I was crazy about Ginger the moment I saw her, so I love being her and we love each other too."

Dee: "Yes, I could tell they were enamored right from the start. I loved all the characters in your story except for your boss. Ginger, tell us about, Milton Grimes."

Ginger: "Oh my God! I could go on and on about him. I never knew how evil he was until I met him as a woman. He tried to turn me into the corporate whore with the offer of big bucks and a cushy job. When I turned him down, he and that lacky Chief of Security of his, tried to rape me and God knows what else. Thank God for our angels and Brad. Then he kidnapped—"

Dee: "Well, it seems your lives have certainly gotten more exciting since you met and switched bodies."

Ginger: laughed. "It certainly has. Every day was and still is a new adventure." 

Dee: "So would you both say EEK! I'm Woman is a Romance story?"

Ginger: "Yes, but it's so much more. There's paranormal, there's suspense, there's even action parts and thriller parts."

Brad: "Yep, not counting that it's humorous and sexy as hell. There's a lot more to EEK! than paranormal romance--switching bodies."

Dee: I have to agree. I thought it was a hot, fun, exciting page turner. Is there anything either of you would like to add for our readers, before we go?"

Brad: "Just thank you for having us and that as a former woman, if an angel offers you a penis, don't think twice. Grab it and--"

Ginger: "Bradley Davis Fairchild. You should be ashamed of yourself. A penis isn't everything. Besides the penis you have used to belong to me and you don't see me mooning over losing it. Being a woman can be exhilarating and fun. I'm having a ball."

Dee: Laughing. "And there you have it. EEK! I'm a Woman, check it out, it's like nothing you've ever read." 

Sampling of Clever Lines

·        Can you imagine what it must be like to look like that? To be that desired. If I was a woman and looked like that, I'm afraid I would be a real slut." Brad

·        "You're not in the service anymore Carpenter. Angels do not salute each other." Madame Suriano

·        "This is so bizarre. Look, can you believe it? I have a cock." Brad/Ginger

·        "I know—my cock, and I have a pussy—your pussy." Ginger/Brad

·        "This is so cool. They ought to invent an extension for women so they could go standing up." Brad/Ginger

·        "Yeah, right. I can just see them patenting a universal urinator for women." Brad/Ginger

·        "Men are so crazy about blow jobs, I've always wondered why." Brad/Ginger

·        "I'd hate to guess, how many cocks have been in your mouth." Ginger/Brad

·        How do you know that? How can you be so sure?" Her mouth fell open. "You didn't enter her mind, did you?" Madame Suriano

·        "I'd say you look like a million bucks…every year or so." Brad

·        "Women don't order straight bourbon on the rocks." Brad

·        "Not yet, I'm cooking. Now, be a good boy, girl, whatever you are and set the table." Ginger

·        "Well do it. Fill me; fuck me with that big blue Smurf dick of yours." Ginger

and dozens more funny or sexy lines

     

Story Excerpt

The sun barely peeked through the blackout drapes when I woke. I sat up. Ginger had been right. Last night had great fun. In fact it had been arguably the best sex of my life. Ooh, the things I did to that beautiful blonde bombshell. Ooh yeah, and the things she had perpetrated on me. How could this dazzling girl with the appearance of an angel be so naughty and wicked in bed?

Ginger had cost me dearly, but I would've paid double or even triple for what had to be the greatest night of my life. What made it doubly fun was that Ginger, that gorgeous slab of woman flesh seemed to have a fabulous time too.

I draped my legs over the edge of the bed and stretched. I had to pee something fierce, so I padded into the restroom. Naked from the glorious night of frolicking, I lifted the toilet seat and reached for dickie. Hmm. I frowned. What the f… There's nothing there. I mean no dick, no pubes, nothing.

I felt around down there a little more and suddenly jumped as if a bolt of lightning struck me. No, it was more like a bolt of pleasure—pure, joyous pleasure. I touched something that felt… I reached down again and rubbed it. God that feels good, but… "Where's my dick?"

I spun around. I'd spoke, but the voice I heard was Ginger's. I stomped to the vanity, hit the light switch and glared into the mirror. I wasn't there—Ginger was. I couldn't believe my eyes. I blinked, but Ginger was still there, albeit, with a worried look on her beautiful face and I who stood right in front of the mirror was nowhere to be seen. "What the f…" I said, but she moved her mouth and again it was her voice. I raised my hand to, touch the mirror and felt it, but it was Ginger who raised her hand in the mirror. Suddenly, I realized, "EEK, I'm Her!"

I am Ginger? This was fucking crazy. I'd become Ginger. I began to shake. My heart raced and I couldn't catch my breath. Christ, what's going on? Was Ginger a witch? A body snatcher? A she-devil?

I ran into the bedroom and flipped on the light. Ginger was in bed, with the covers pulled over her head. I pulled the cover down and was eye to eye with…Brad Fairchild—me!

"What's the matter?" The fake me said in my missing masculine voice. Suddenly, her eyes rounded and grew to the size of silver dollars. She pointed at me and exclaimed, "You're, me!" Then she pulled her hand back and examined the hair on the back of it and her lack of pointed, colored nails.

"And you're me!" I shouted, "What the fuck is going on?"

He/she moved a hand around his face. "I really am…you. How did this happen?"

I held my hands out to the side. "I wish I knew."

He/she hopped out of bed and looked in the mirrored wardrobe door. "This is unbelievable. He/she started pacing. "Let's not panic. There has to be some logical explanation for this."

"I'm listening."

"Maybe it's some freak accident. You got me pretty hot and I know you were hot too."

I waited for her, I mean me, to continue.

When she didn't, I asked, "Yeah. What're you saying?"

"I wish I knew. Maybe we got so passionate we entered each other's bodies."

"That part about switching bodies is a given, but it doesn't seem possible it happened while we got it on. It happened while we were asleep, not when we were in the throes of passion." I backed off. "At least I think it happened while we were sleeping."

"This is so bizarre." His eyes expanded! He grabbed hold of his/her/my cock. "Look, can you believe it? I have a cock."

"I know—my cock, and I have a pussy—your pussy. Maybe this is a temporary phenomenon."

"That would be nice."

Adult Excerpt

I kissed her forehead, then the bridge of her nose, while kneading one of her tanned breasts, flicking her long, sexy, pink nipple.

She inhaled and sighed. "Mmm, that feels so good."

After kissing the eyelid of each closed eye, my tongue traced the crease between her closed lips. Another sigh and she parted her lips. As my tongue entered, hers darted out and intercepted mine. She moaned as our tongues met and danced a tango of seduction, but I needed to move on.

Ginger inhaled sharply when I broke the kiss. Then she wriggled and squirmed as my lips languorously left a trail of moist kisses, evaporating as my lips moved to her neck and leisurely down to her shoulder.

"Oh God. My body is humming."

I snickered. "You best get used to it because this is the mildest thing you'll feel before I'm finished with you."

My lips meandered across her chest pausing at the vale between the swell of her lovely breasts and nuzzled my face between them. She tunneled her finger tips through my hair. "Ooh, Babe-e-e. Hurry sweetheart, my pussy, clit, everything is on fire." 

I cupped her breast, then sucked on her taut nipple.

"Jesus!" She shuddered as she gasped. "That is remarkable. I can feel that clear down in my toes. I had no idea."

"Yeah, my nipples are pretty sensitive. My clit too."

"How about your other nipple?" As I sucked on her other nipple her fingernails raked my locks digging into my scalp.

"Oh my God. It's even stronger."

I slid my right hand down past her lightly rounded abdomen to her smooth mound, letting my fingers drape over her clit, giving it a gentle tap with my middle finger.

Ginger raised her hips and pushed her pubis into my hand. "I can't believe how good that feels. I can't believe how good you are."

I chuckled. "That's because I used to be a woman!"

Pausing for a second of lucidity, Ginger giggled, "You were weren't you?" Then as I pushed my middle finger into her heated, wet, pussy, she gasped. "Oh fuck!" She shuddered and gently rolled her body from side to side.

I whispered as seductively as I could, "Would you like these lips and tongue to take the place of my hand?"

"Fuck yes babe-e-e, I can't wait."

She sighed as my mouth pulled away from her nipple. I rose back up to her head and shivers shot through my tongue reamed her ear canal. Then I whispered in her ear, "I'm going to eat that sweet pussy of yours, now."

"Oh, yes, yes hurry, eat my cunt!" she begged.

  I laved a path of cooling moistness across her heated skin, causing goose bumps to erupt in its wake on every accessible sensuous spot on her luscious body. Her neck, breasts, ribs, navel, hips and mound all glistened from my saliva.

I settled between Ginger's thighs, inches from her wax smooth pussy. Having never had the opportunity to observe my former pussy like this except in a mirror, I studied and admired its petal-like folds. Edging closer, she moaned as I touched her clit with my nose and took a deep breath. Her aroused fragrance was sexy, natural and potent.

She gripped a clump of my hair. "What are you doing?"

"Loving the aroma of your sweet pussy." Something elemental drew me in until my mouth nestled between her heated folds, and my tongue enthusiastically delved into her sopping wet pussy. Snaking an arm around each thigh, my right hand slipped back to her clitoris, massaging it with my middle finger. My left hand rose along her abdomen, across her ribs until my fingers caressed her beautiful breasts, massaging each and plucking her nipples, alternating between them.

Sucking, licking and reaming with such gusto, my slurping sounds matched her deep purring moans. Ginger's head started slowly rolling from right to left and left to right, messing her beautiful hair.

Positioned at the nexus of her legs, I scanned the length of Ginger's lissome, frame, admiring her model-like characteristics in a way I was unable to otherwise. "Mmm, you taste good. I could get used to this."

Breathlessly she responded, "So could I. This feels better than a blow job!"

The more I ate her pussy the greater her reaction. Her hands fisted the sheets, and her back arched off the mattress as her hips thrust her pussy firmer into my mouth. Periodically, her arms slapped a pillow or the headboard while moaning and whimpering between sighs of my name.

All of a sudden, she blurted, "Jesus, I can't believe how good it feels to have my pussy eaten. It's like your tongue's on the on the edge of my soul."

Wanting to taste Ginger's clit, I began fucking her pussy with two fingers, and took her clit in my mouth. When I began sucking and licking her clit, Ginger went bonkers.

Digging her long fingers through my hair, she occasionally closed her fist around a handful, pulling me closer, while her clit thrust into my mouth. "Don't stop!" She moaned long and low. "That's it, more of that, give me more…more…I love it!" Breathlessly, she hummed her pleasure. "Christ, you are good. I've never knew anything could feel this good…"

Jesus. I wanted to fuck this woman. Her every word, punctuated by a thrust of her pussy against my mouth, made my throbbing cock jump with need. I could stick my cock in her and she'd probably welcome it, but I wanted to make her cum orally, first. Fastening my lips to her swollen clit, I tongued and sucked upon it. Simultaneously, I thrust my fingers into her weeping recess over and over while rotating them back and forth. The combination proved to be exactly what she needed to send her over the edge.

~ * * ~

Spasms of pleasure rippled through me as my looming climax built. I was close, so close, I closed my eyes, grit my teeth and willed it. Then like a dozen birthday presents, it came and came and came.

My orgasm roared out of the depths of my pussy, around his fingers and right up into my well-licked and sucked clit. My thighs clamped down tight along his ears and my ankles crossed on his back pulling him in even harder. Literally screaming, I thrashed back and forth so hard, it's a wonder he didn't get whiplash.

The climax gripped at my entire body in its white hot fury. Waves of radiant pulses branched out from my core, careening through my nerves and veins like some out-of-control creature playing pinball inside my nervous system. "Oh fuck, baby! It's blowing my mind!"

 

Bringing Everyone up to Speed

I’ve been writing so much, I haven’t been holding my end of the blog up. Sorry I hope to do better. Since I haven’t written anything for so long, I decided to bring everyone up to speed. Today I’m going to talk about my Interracial series. Starting in March, was a book called Blind Date, I’ve written and published, four Interracial books, specifically bwwm. For those that don’t know that means black woman and white man. In the order that they’ve been released I will show the covers, and descriptions of all with buy links.

Blind Date
Women’s fashion entrepreneur, Keli Michaels’s mundane life is about turn topsy turvy. It all starts when her business partner and best friend, Tya, arranges a blind date with her cousin, but fails to tell Keli about it until two hours before their dinner reservations. Despite Keli’s well founded annoyance, Ty convinces her to at least go out with him.

But when he arrives, Keli discovers something else her duplicitous friend failed to tell her. She is shocked to find out Ty’s favorite cousin, Phillip (Trevor) Gordon, has long blond hair, beautiful baby blues and is cuter than hell.

Having never considered dating interracially, Keli, although apprehensive, reluctantly accompanies Ty’s handsome cousin, out on the town in a limo, and enjoys the most wonderful date of her life.

With the stars aligned, inevitably drawing this unlikely pair together, passion ignites and burns hot. But will it evolve into true love or simply burn itself out and fade away?
buylink Blind Date

French Kiss
An admissions department snafu at Manhattan’s prestigious Juilliard School for the Arts, pairs a lovely African American girl in the same dorm room with a blond blue eyed Frenchman. Maybe it’s karma, but sparks of frustration turn into the heat of attraction and within the week the pair becomes a couple. But cruel fate steps in at Christmas vacation, when, after a second snafu, the lovebirds are separated the by an ocean of despair, the Atlantic Ocean.
buylink French Kiss

Groovin’ ‘n Waikiki
After winning an all expenses paid Hawaiian vacation for two from a local radio station, Jessica and her younger sister, Gloria, head to Honolulu with high expectations. Jessie meets and hits it off with a man who happens to live in the LA area, where she’s from and is suddenly looking forward to returning to LA.

Gloria, a showroom dancer in Las Vegas hotel, also meets a man, Kino, a Hawaiian hunk, who is renowned for his lothario like exploits. Just when she’s resolved to sharing his company as a summer vacation romance only, she discovers they have something compelling in common.

Is there romance after vacation with this Hawaiian godlike incarnation?

Gloria doesn’t think so, but don’t count Kino out.
buylink Groovin’ ‘n Waikiki

Dumped!
Lila Patterson receives the shock of her life when, after being stood up for lunch by her husband, she returns home and finds her things being moved into a moving van.

Seeing her husband standing on the lawn directing the movers, she storms up to her husband, only to receive an even bigger shock and deep hurt when their lawyer, her long time friend from college, hands her a divorce petition.
buylink for Dumped

Coming December/January

Duped!
Hollywood beauty shop owner Jamilla Turner meets and gets swept off her feet by Demi-god, Maximilian Randle III. After a whirlwind courtship and engagement, she finds herself married.
Four months later she finds out what a mess she’s in when she receives a phone call from Jeanette Randle. The other Mrs. Maximilian E. Randle III.

There you have it. Now you’re up to date on my bwwm series. Next I’ll tell you about some of my other new books, They are Menage a trois stories.

Six New Books from wild imagination of DEE DAWNING

Whether your taste is Sweet Romance, Erotic Romance or just plain Erotic, there's something here to please. Here are five very sexy, very naughty, hot new releases, April Showers, Angel Love, Last Thing I Do! , The Big Bamboo, Fortune Cookie Magic - One plus my brand new semi-sweet romance Sister Laurel & the Atheist. Check them out.

April Showers

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Young and beautiful Mrs. Helen Ryan is shopping for groceries, when a sordid episode from her past slams into her. As college juniors seven years previous, she and three friends took their spring break in Las Vegas, working two weeks as high paid call girls. Her working name had been April Showers. Now, some unknown person is calling her April and Helen's plush life will never be the same. (Hurry for 25% discount)

Angel Love

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Picking up where April Showers leaves off, Randy weaves his spell of dominance and protection over beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed Angel Love as he had over equally beautiful April. Reintroducing her to the alluring, exciting, glamorous life of a high priced call girl, she had all but given up, she is anxious to please Randy and herself. Therefore, she resumes the life she, April and two other friends left behind seven years earlier, when as college juniors, the four had spent a debauched two week spring vacation as in Las Vegas . (Hurry for 25% discount)

Last Thing I Do!

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Sally and her brother Hermie are strange people. Every weekend they venture forth from Piggott Arkansas to small towns in one of the three adjacent states. When they arrive, they rent a motel room from which they fan out to the local saloons. The purpose? So Sally a gorgeous blonde haired blue eyed Barbie Doll type can pick up men to fuck for money—and that ain’t the strange part.

The Big Bamboo, Separate Vacations Book1

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Have Boyd and Walter been searching for dears instead of deer on their so-called hunting expeditions. With visits to places like Las Vegas, running up huge bills for 'special services' while they were supposedly hunting and fishing, Robin and Carly sure think so. Divorce? Maybe, no Probably, but first Robin and Carly take a Caribbean hunting trip of their own.

Fortune Cookie Magic - Vignette One
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If you were told that eating a fortune cookie could bring you lust, sex, love, and the man of your dreams, would you go for it? Find out what four professional women decide in this hilarious erotic romance. (25% special for a short time)

Sister Laurel & the Atheist

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Wildly attracted to each other, can a beautiful, shy sister and a devilishly handsome atheist fall in love and find happiness despite their differences?

It was love at first sight. That’s what the lovely, shy Sister in Waiting Laurel, and the devilishly, handsome Julian Peters both agree. But is their overpowering love and attraction enough to allow this unlikely couple to overcome the obvious societal obstacles plus the differences between their own core beliefs to make a life together?

Sister Laurel & the Atheist is a cute, humorous and oh, so, romantic story.