Book 1 of the Walk On The Wild Side series / Heather and Tony #1
Genre: contemporary romance erotica
About Vanilla On Top:
Discover your inner bad girl, and set her free...Source: Info in the About Vanilla On Top was from the press kit from the publicity team.
Heather Pierce is done being a wallflower, both personally and professionally. Desperate to live a different life for one night, she attends a speed dating event. Maybe here, anonymous unless she chooses otherwise, she can become someone new. When a man way out of her league sits across from her, Heather gathers her courage and takes charge of what she wants, secretly fearing he won't desire the real person she's desperate to hide.
Top acquisitions officer and international playboy Tony Carmine is about to close the biggest deal of his career. But then he meets Heather at a speed dating event . . . and discovers losing control may be exactly what he needs. Her blossoming sensuality occupies his every thought, consuming him with the need to possess the most intriguing lover he's ever encountered-until he walks into the boardroom and sees Heather on the other side of the negotiating table.
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Book 2 of the Walk On The Wild Side series / Best Friends #1
Genre: contemporary romance erotica
About Avoiding Mr. Right:
In order to take control, you often have to let it go…Source: Info in the About Avoiding Mr. Right was from the press kit from the publicity team.
Carla Johnson thinks issuing orders to a lover will keep her heart safe and leave her in charge of her own destiny. Afraid for Carla’s future, her best friend Heather implores her to change her self-centered ways, handing her a list of love life mistakes to steer clear of:
1. Casual Sex
2. Friends with Benefits
3. Avoidance of Intimacy
Carla ignores the list—unwilling to face she might have a commitment problem. Until she invites a co-worker to her place one night. She instantly regrets the hum-drum sexual encounter and discourages the accountant from pursuing her.
Andy Shea refuses to become another lover the feisty blonde dumps. It'll take a patient man with a strong hand to unlock Carla's sexual awareness and win her heart. He’s up for the challenge to convince her he’s the one—and eager to prove this number cruncher won’t make a boring bedmate.
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Book 3 of the Walk On The Wild Side series / Heather and Tony #2
Genre: contemporary romance erotica
About Vanilla Twist:
Heather thinks she has it all—an interesting lover, a dream job, and a new wardrobe to match her take-charge attitude. But everyone has a past, and when Heather confronts hers at work she’ll be hard-pressed to hold onto her newfound confidence and resolve. Does she trust Tony enough to let him help her or will she tackle the issue on her own?Source: Info in the About Vanilla Twist was from the press kit from the publicity team.
Still intrigued by the young woman and the multiple layers she presents to the world, Tony begins to change his life, too—for what he hopes is the better. He quit his high-powered career to find peace in a less stressful day-to-day existence. Desire for Heather still invades his every waking moment, and when trouble threatens their sexual explorations he makes the hardest choice of his life. One he may soon regret.
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Book 3.5 of the Walk On The Wild Side series / Best Friends #2
Genre: contemporary romance erotica
About Loving Ms. Wrong:
Katrina attends a birthday party for her friend Carla. Little does the health food storeowner know that the fateful girls night out will change her life forever.Source: Info in the About Loving Ms. Wrong was from the press kit from the publicity team.
Marcus, the polished metrosexual who hates to get his hands dirty, stumbles upon the ladies at a local bar. Sparks fly when the two meet, courtesy of a 12-sided sex dice and a night neither one will ever forget.
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Excerpt from Loving Ms. Wrong:
By ten-thirty we’re all a little buzzed and laughing so hard a few of us are wiping tears away. Julie brought a game called “Who’s the Biggest Pervert?” And I’m not sure if I should be appalled or proud that I’m the biggest pervert in the group so far. Heather and Carla toasted me twice, forcing all of us to drink even more of the brandy infused wine laced with fruit. It goes great with the chocolate cupcakes Heather made, so none of us complained. Then again, doesn’t everything go with chocolate?
I’m feeling no pain when Carla informs us it’s time to take the party on the road. Festooned with tacky pink sashes that say Girls Night Out, wearing pink Mardi-gras beads and the candy penis necklaces, and each carrying our glow in the dark straws in our purse, we’re ready to paint the town. I’m glad there’s no mirror near the elevators or I’d probably have second thoughts about being seen in public wearing this stuff.
“Oh, wait!” Julie shouts. “I have something fun for everyone to take home.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. “Might stir up a little ‘magic.’ You never know.” She reaches into her purse while we enter the elevator and pulls out a handful of tiny plastic baggies. “Here,” she says while distributing one to each of us.
Heather opens hers first. “Are these dice? The shape is odd. What are these little pictures?” She gasps in understanding.
I look to mine and start laughing. “No way. Did you get us dirty gamer dice? These have pictures of people having sex in different positions on each side.”
Carla squeals in delight. “So cool! I can’t wait to try this later with Andy.”
Conversation and comments swirl over each other as everyone checks out their die.
“Hey,” Bekki says as we leave the elevator. “I got a bum one. There’s two spots on here with the guy getting head. Talk about unfair.”
“Lemme see,” says Gemma while she frantically searches her die, too. “Dammit. Mine is the same way.”
We spill into the night, giggling like a pack of randy college girls. Julie’s laughing so hard it takes her a second to respond. “Sorry, guys. Should have mentioned I think these things were designed by men. All of them have the two blow job sides.”
A man in his thirties wandering by us on the sidewalk looks up at her words, checks out the lot of us from head to toe, and smiles bright. We all laugh again.
“Seems unfair,” Heather says between gasps of laughter. “Maybe we should put white-out on one of them and insert a question mark… like lover’s choice?”
I’m feeling no pain when Carla informs us it’s time to take the party on the road. Festooned with tacky pink sashes that say Girls Night Out, wearing pink Mardi-gras beads and the candy penis necklaces, and each carrying our glow in the dark straws in our purse, we’re ready to paint the town. I’m glad there’s no mirror near the elevators or I’d probably have second thoughts about being seen in public wearing this stuff.
“Oh, wait!” Julie shouts. “I have something fun for everyone to take home.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. “Might stir up a little ‘magic.’ You never know.” She reaches into her purse while we enter the elevator and pulls out a handful of tiny plastic baggies. “Here,” she says while distributing one to each of us.
Heather opens hers first. “Are these dice? The shape is odd. What are these little pictures?” She gasps in understanding.
I look to mine and start laughing. “No way. Did you get us dirty gamer dice? These have pictures of people having sex in different positions on each side.”
Carla squeals in delight. “So cool! I can’t wait to try this later with Andy.”
Conversation and comments swirl over each other as everyone checks out their die.
“Hey,” Bekki says as we leave the elevator. “I got a bum one. There’s two spots on here with the guy getting head. Talk about unfair.”
“Lemme see,” says Gemma while she frantically searches her die, too. “Dammit. Mine is the same way.”
We spill into the night, giggling like a pack of randy college girls. Julie’s laughing so hard it takes her a second to respond. “Sorry, guys. Should have mentioned I think these things were designed by men. All of them have the two blow job sides.”
A man in his thirties wandering by us on the sidewalk looks up at her words, checks out the lot of us from head to toe, and smiles bright. We all laugh again.
“Seems unfair,” Heather says between gasps of laughter. “Maybe we should put white-out on one of them and insert a question mark… like lover’s choice?”
C.J. Ellisson is the USA Today Bestselling author of the New York Times Bestselling book, Vanilla on Top, the bestselling V V Inn series, and several erotica shorts. She lives in northern Virginia with her husband, two children, three dogs, and a fluffy black cat who makes her sneeze.
Unlike most full-time authors, she's also battling severe chronic illness. C.J. works daily to put her Lupus into remission and continues to fight numerous bacterial infections while her immune system slowly attacks her body. She turned to writing when she could no longer work outside the home and claims the escape of penning contemporary fantasy, erotica, and erotic romance has helped save her sanity.
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