3rd Anniversary Bash VIP Guest @SashaWhite joins @SensuousPromos in their #Kindle #Giveaway

 

The final day has come and I want to thank everyone who's come by daily and taken part in our Anniversary Bash. As promised we have a very special guest today, and one of my very favorite authors. New York Times best selling author, Sasha White joins us today and shares some of her hot novels. Oh, who am I kidding really? All of her books are hot. These just happen to be a few of them. So be sure to check out her WEBSITE, and join her NEWSLETTER to keep up to date on all things that are White Hot! 

Step into Lush, the decadent art gallery that specializes in the sensual, and let your desires set your heart free.

The Principles of Lust

Businesswoman Teal Jamison knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. With her dream art gallery about to open, she’s in need of some serious stress relief and virile carpenter Zack Dillon is just the man to give it to her. 

Only Zack doesn’t think they’re a good match. He likes to be in control, always, and Teal’s anything but submissive when she comes on to him. When Teal refuses to give up the chase and the two come together in a explosion of heat, but will the flames of their desire burn them, or forge an unbreakable bond?
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Passion Play

Quick to follow where passion leads, then back off when things get too close, jewelry designer Mia Jones’s sensual odyssey with singles columnist Dominick Jamison is perfect: hot, sweet, and with no risk of complications. But how long can her heart stay cold—when she’s lost in the heat of a man devoted to every forbidden pleasure her body craves?
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Sexual Healing

When massage therapist Caitlyn Ellis shows photographer Jack Lowell the joys of sensual self love for the camera, he can’t resist the erotic invitation to take pleasure in her lush curves—or deny himself the hands-on ecstasy of loving a beautiful woman determined to heal his battered soul…by setting his body on fire.
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“Sasha White’s stories are molten lava all wrapped up in spun silk.” – Cathryn Fox, author of Pleasure Control

“Within the pages of LUSH, you will discover 3 sensual tales that will have you laughing, crying and grabbing for a fan to cool off. Ms. White does an excellent job penning these short stories to read like full length novels. The characterization, imagery and intriguing plots will keep you mesmerized until you have finished the last page.” – Billie Jo, reviewer for Romance Junkies

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EXCERPT: Sexy/adult 

When Zach stood up, pulled her chair back for her, and took her by the hand, she expected him to lead her to back to his basement. There was no doubt in her mind they’d end up naked that night, and she was pretty certain he had the same plan in mind, so when, instead of leading her downstairs he led her to the living room sofa, she was surprised. 

He settled into the center of the long leather couch and gave her a steady stare. “Why don’t you sit on my lap?” he asked, his husky voice stroking her insides. “And we can get started.”

Blood heating and pulse pounding, she straddled him with her flowing skirt bunched up on her thighs. The soft denim of his jeans against her skin a delightful contrast with the hard muscles of his legs. She hummed her pleasure and leaned forward to kiss him, only to have his hands tighten on her waist and hold her back. 

Zach shook his head slowly and began to slide his hands over her ribs, then around and down her back. She watched him watch her, as he slid his hands over her hips to her thighs. One hand slipped under her skirt and she gasped at the skin on skin contact. 

His hand was rough and calloused, but his movements were gentle, and the heat from his touch spread quickly up her thigh to her pulsing sex. 

“I think it’s best if we take things slow, don’t you?”

A pang of disappointment went through her. But she found herself nodding, almost as if the movement his thumb rubbing lazily at the inside of her thigh was hypnotizing her. Calming her, yet arousing her at the same time.

“Kiss me, Teal.” 

Without a second thought, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss started out gentle and seductive. Lips rubbing together, breath mingling. She gripped his shoulders and slipped completely under his spell. 

Their breathing got louder, replacing the Celtic music in her ears as tongues danced and teeth nipped. She slid one hand around his neck and up to cup the back of his head, her fingers delving into the softness of his thick hair as her other hand slid from his shoulder to his chest. Muscles twitched beneath the palm of her hand and she felt his heart beat. It matched hers.

She shifted on his lap, trying to get closer to him. She wanted more… she needed more. 

His fingers tightened on her thigh, but that was it. He didn’t slide his hand higher or try to move things along. Impatience mixed with the arousal swarming her senses, and she tore her mouth from his, gripped the hem of her shirt and tore if off all in one move. 

When she leaned forward to kiss him again he pulled his head back slightly. 

His hands gripped her hips, stilling her unconscious rocking. “Shhhh,” he crooned. “Slowly. Let’s learn about each other.”

“You’re hot and hard, I’m soft and wet. We’ll fit together real well. What more is there to learn?”

“Remember what you said at dinner? Recognize lust, then embrace it … try to do that for me, Teal.”

She groaned and ran her hands restlessly over his shoulders. Leaning in, she whispered in his ear as one hand started to undo the buttons on his shirt. “I’m trying, but you’re going too slow.”

His husky chuckle filled the room. He tangled one hand in her hair and pulled her head back gently to expose her throat. He scraped his teeth across her neck, sending a shudder rippling through her. 

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BDSM club owner Adam Kessler is no one’s hero. He joined the army to get away from the gang-life that had taken his brother, only to come home to heartache. He doesn’t hide his dominant side, and he doesn’t hesitate in his need to protect or enforce his particular brand of retribution on those who’ve earned it. There’s no way in hell he could walk past a man hassling a woman in an empty parking lot and do nothing. Only when the confrontation is over and the voluptuous blonde turns eyes filled with desire to him, does Adam realize he’s in trouble. 

Psychologist Olivia Hamilton grew up with the proverbial silver spoon, and has never regretted spending more time on her career than on romance, until she meets Adam Kessler. He’s dark, he’s dangerous, he’s deliciously dirty…and she wants him. 

Passion burns quick and hot between them and soon they’re caught up in an intensely carnal relationship that neither can deny. But when Olivia’s life is threatened and Adam shows her just how dangerous he can be, will it be too much for the civilized psychologist to handle, or will she truly accept the man and win her hero’s heart?


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EXCERPT  

It was just before seven o’clock when Adam shifted Olivia off his chest and propped himself up on an elbow to look at her. 

Her eyes were heavy lidded with satisfaction, and her perfectly smooth hair all mussed up. She met his gaze head on, not hiding anything, and something tightened in his chest. He’d been right to be afraid, the woman was dangerously close to perfect. 

“You hungry?” he asked. 

Plump lips tilted up at the corners, and her eyes sparkled. “For food?”

He laughed. “Yes, for food. For now, anyway.”

“Yes, you did promise me dinner, didn’t you?” she said as she rolled from the bed behind him and went in search of her clothes. 

“I did,” he said as he pulled on his jeans, zipping them, but not buckling his belt. 

Naked, curvy, and all woman, she walked confidently around his place, picking up her blouse then her skirt. He waited until she’d gathered all her clothes and had pulled on her bra and panties before tossing his T-shirt at her. “Just wear this for now.”

He didn’t need it, and it looked way better on her anyway. The satisfaction he felt at seeing her wearing something of his was new to him. Usually he was happy to usher a bedmate out of his space once they left the mattress behind. Right then, all he could think of was how right she looked in his space, wearing his shirt.  

“Any dietary needs I should know about?” he asked as he headed for the kitchen. “If  you’ve got an allergy or something, I need to know. But if you tell me you’re a vegetarian or something, we might have a problem.”

“Nope,” she said with a  light laugh as she slid onto one of the kitchen stools. “No allergies, and not a vegetarian. I’ll eat pretty much anything, at least once anyway.”

He smiled at her. “Adventurous, hmm?”

“In many ways.”

“And not always a lady, I noticed. I’m liking that about you.”

She chuckled, a pretty pink blush creeping up her cheeks. Christ, she was beautiful. 

He stopped gathering food from the fridge and went to lean on the counter in front of her. Close enough he could see the flecks of gold in her green eyes, he smiled. “Have you ever shared yourself like that before?”

Her head moved back and forth slowly. “Not like that, no.”

Strangely, he knew exactly what she meant. He’d gone very easy on her dominance wise, yet he felt they’d had a deeper connection, a better sharing than he’d experienced before. With her, it hadn’t just been controlling and taking what she offered, he’d given of himself too. 

“I’m not going to ask if you liked it, because I know you did. But I do want to know how you feel about going deeper into it with me.”

Her brow puckered, and her head tilted. “Into what?”

“Into a relationship. A Dominant-submissive relationship.”

Why it surprised her she didn’t know. It really shouldn’t have, all the signs had been there. His whole caveman energy, the wanting complete control over her sexually. She knew that’s what being Dominant was for some; being in control. She’d even thought of what she was doing as submitting when she’d reached for the buttons on her shirt, but somehow it hadn’t really hit her that it was a real and permanent thing for him. 

Her brain kicked in and she looked at Adam patiently waiting for her answer. 

She licked her lips, suddenly nervous. She’d been thinking they were having a one-night stand, but it sounded like he wanted more. Did she? 

Heart pounding in her chest she met his gaze. “I want to say yes, but before I do, I want to know more.”

He smiled with something like pride. “You are a smart one, aren’t you?”

She breathed easy. “I like to think so.”

He went back to shuffling plates and food around on the side counter by the fridge. “Ask me anything,” he said with a smile. “I’ll answer as honest as I can.”

Surprisingly, the first question that popped into her head wasn’t about sex. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-six.”

“Wow,” she said.

“What?”

“You’ve turned me into a cougar!”

He laughed. “Age is just a number, babe. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I’m forty-four, you know.”

He shrugged. “Just a number.”

He was right, people said it all the time. She even said it. She rarely felt her age, only on days when she was really stressed or sad about some of the way things have changed since she was younger. For some reason, his lack of concern about their age difference felt like everything else about him—right. 

Read More on Sasha’s Website: http://www.sashawhite.net/bookshelf/

“MS. WHITE NEVER FAILS TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING DIFFERENT AND WICKED.” -The Romance Studio

Samair Jones is bored with her go-nowhere job, and fed up with her two-timing boyfriend. She’s had it up to here with being the pushover. All Samair wants is to let loose, be herself, and live by her own rules.

But it’s only when she meets Valentine Ward, the hot owner of the club Risque, that the decadent possibilities of answering only to herself become daringly clear. Especially when Valentine is willing to indulge every one of Samair’s fantasies-no strings attached. At least none that Samair can see…

Then she meets Valentine’s ex-wife Vera. She’s powerful, wealthy, jealous and dangerously manipulative. Vera’s about to throw new kink into Samair and Valentine’s games. But this one could be trouble.

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Excerpt: 

A short time later, Samair came out of the ladies room in time to see Valentine Ward climbing the stairs to the second floor.  Unable to deny the impulse, she followed him.  

It was getting late, close to the end of the night and the stairs were empty.  Almost everyone was either on the dance floor or cozying up to another warm body in a dark corner.  She was on the bottom step just as he reached the top, and she got a quick view of fine cotton tightening over the perfect shape of his butt.  How could a man’s ass look that good in dress pants?  Normally only tight denim or bare naked looked so yummy to her.

Sure, her blood had been running hot all night, but that sight made her breath catch and her fingers itch.  

She climbed the stairs, her eyes tracking him as he crossed the floor.  He waved at a blond guy with tattoos who sat at the bar in the small VIP section, but didn’t slow his pace.  He nodded at the bouncer watching over the sectioned off space, then turn left and disappeared down a corridor she hadn’t noticed earlier.

Throwing her shoulders back, she sauntered behind him, flashing the bouncer a small smile.  When she entered the corridor, there was an open door at the end of it.  

“Enjoying yourself tonight?” he asked when she entered the room.  

He stood behind a large wooden desk, his head bent as he slid something into a drawer.  She’d been silent, but he’d known she was there.  Impressive.  

“Yes, I am,” Samair replied, stepping more fully into the office and looking around.  “Are you?”

The room was very clean and modern, though not large.  An overstuffed leather couch along one wall, some bookshelves, a closed door to the right of her and a floor-to-ceiling wall of windows on her left.  It looked normal, yet the air in the room seemed to vibrate with an extraordinary energy.  When the drawer of his desk snapped closed, she stopped fighting it and let her gaze focus on him.  

Midnight dark hair slicked back in a small ponytail only emphasized the strength of his features.  Dark eyebrows over even darker eyes, and shadows of stubble along his jaw gave him an edgy, dangerous look.  His stark handsomeness was completely masculine, except for the softness of full sensuous lips that lifted at the corner before he spoke.  “I’m about to enjoy it more.”

He looked like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and the gleam in his eye told her she was the lamb he wanted.

Read More on Sasha’s Website: http://www.sashawhite.net/bookshelf/

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