Tuesday, April 6, 2021

More Curvy Women...

 


Sam Crescent has another Curvy Women Wanted book available!


"Another book in Sam Crescent's Curvy Women Wanted series and this one was great!!!"


BABY FOR TWO

When two strangers meet outside a fertility clinic, sparks fly. Jared has always wanted to be a father, but the right woman has never come around.

Meredith has always been used to disappointment. A baby is something she can’t make alone, so going to the clinic is her only choice. The moment Jared sees her, he wants her, giving her an alternative option.

He wants this baby the natural way, so she’s going to have to sleep with him. And he wants to be part of his baby’s life. Meredith is willing to do whatever it takes, but she doesn’t expect to fall in love. But Jared isn’t the cold, heartless man she expected, and he makes her glow.

When his family tries to tear them apart, Jared vows to keep Meredith in his life. She’s the family he wants, and no one is getting in the way.


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Monday, March 15, 2021

Friday, February 19, 2021

COVER REVEAL: The Punishment Club Part 2: Sunday Service A Consequences, Live Story by D.A. Maddox

COMING FEBRUARY 26th! 



The Punishment Club Part 2: Sunday Service
A Consequences, Live Story by D.A. Maddox

At Huntington Regional Detention Center, the time has come for the four freshman pledges of the Punishment Club to complete their sentence. Their final day in the Controlled Judicial Humiliations Program will take them to the outermost limits of their endurance. They will be tested by torment, scourged with shame. For Emma Jo and Buddy, for Peter and Cassidy, only love can temper the agony of their discipline—and only friendship can give them the strength to deliver a little justice of their own.


SNEAK PEEK EXCERPT:

Buddy watched them come for him—and for Emma Jo. He moaned at their approach.

It didn’t even slow them down. They were on him in seconds.

“Buddy!” one woman squealed, arms flailing harmlessly everywhere but on him. “Gosh, you’re so cute!”

Nurse Reyes-Garcia gave him a stern look, and Buddy knew. He could not disappoint Matron. He had to be polite. “Thank you, miss,” he said, watching her watching him.

Loved the shaving episode, hon,” an older woman said, tracing her finger up and down a smooth, denuded armpit. “You were so hairy. So much better now. God, you’re scrumptious, and—and I feel so bad for you…”

It was the first touch.

“I—I’m okay. So … glad you … enjoyed it.”

After that touch, hands from everywhere—and not just women. There was a man in this group with deep olive skin and an accent Buddy didn’t recognize, which for him was rare. “Which was worse?” the olive-skinned man asked, stroking Buddy’s buttocks, squeezing. “Was it masturbating for the girl who liked you or being shared at the poetry disco? Or me?”

His hand went under, tickling Buddy’s testicles. Buddy couldn’t speak. A woman who’d shared a most pleasant exchange with Miss Ronnie was thoughtfully handling his shaft at the same time, rolling the foreskin back and forth as though considering the real thing against its image on television.

“It is okay if it is something else altogether,” the man continued, tracing his finger over the ridge that bisected Buddy’s swelling balls. “I am only curious so that I can use that when I pleasure myself this evening. I would love to know your worst thing. Please and thank you.”

“The worst…” Buddy said, considering, eyes rolling around in his head, wondering how soon it would take him to blast off right here. “The worst … was … stripping … by myself… first night … before anyone else…”

Hands. His chest. His navel. The back of his neck.

“—had to do it … was so alone … so scared. So embarrassed.”

“Yes. Yes, I understand. Thank you, Buddy. That works for me.”

“You—you’re welcome, sir.”

At the post with his poems, another of his admirers studied the writings from a safe distance, happy to see it in person and not touch it while she stroked his rib cage with one hand.

“Everybody loves you, Buddy,” said the girl at his cock. “No one would ever hurt you.”

Buddy tried for a conversational tone, a line Peter might use were he a character in one of Buddy’s stories. “Well, ah—urrggh. I mean, arr… Yeah, kind of … depends on how one … defines … the word … hurt.”

He shot his first load into her hand, three quick, blinding spurts that could not be contained any longer.

His feelers, including the red-headed jizz recipient, first laughed—then applauded.

She licked her fingers and said, “Mm. Buddy.”

****

“Can we turn her?” asked a boy who had to be at least twenty-two years old, under law, to be here. He looked, with his mop of corn-colored hair and his freckles, no older than nineteen.

“Certainly, you may,” Officer Garcia said with a stiff but friendly bow. “You recall the diagram?”

“Yes, sir. I do.”

“By all means, then.”

It was difficult for Emma Jo to focus on her sympathy for Buddy—her empathy for all of her friends, which must surely be down there in her heart somewhere—while the creepy-ass man with long white hair ran his hands together up and down her bare left arm, wrist to pit, tubing it over and over again. Who the fuck got off on arms?

And then there was the more studious pair of women introducing themselves to each other at her vagina, poking at it, gently pulling it at the lips as though testing its springiness. One finally addressed her directly, just as the young man was pulling the small release pins from the support struts.

“Why did you want to cover this up with so much hair? It’s only the best vagina ever!”

Emma Jo raised her eyebrows. Strangely pleased with herself, she said, “Oh—um. Thanks for that. I—I don’t know? Have to think on that one…”

The X-frame swung slowly and smoothly forward—or the top of it did, while her feet swung out the other way behind her. She supposed, as she and the frame flattened out to a horizontal line, her eyes facing the floor, the young man could have locked it there. But he kept guiding her, one hand on her leg, the other sparing her hat from dropping into the bucket by taking it off her head.

Until she was upside down, legs wide, with the young man’s face millimeters from her sex.

“No licking?” he plaintively asked, as though it wasn’t the first time.

“No. Licking,” Officer Garcia said firmly, making the two words individual sentences. “You know what you are and are not allowed to do.”

Emma Jo felt him nod—because his prominent chin was nestled on her slit.

Greasy hair hanging practically right into the soapy water bucket, Emma Jo heard the pins go back into place. And even though it was her head, not her pussy, directly over the steaming water, her sex heated further as the man massaged it with his chin back and forth, back and forth…

It was so weird, so unexpectedly hot…

Mom? she thought. Dad? You know, just sayin’, there are some fucked up people in this world. Could’ve warned me.

The creepy white-haired dude was tubing one of her legs now. He never said anything.

Meanwhile, the vagina conversationalists struck up a new topic: Emma Jo’s tits, which they handled curiously and poked at, one after the other, taking turns at each nipple.

Emma Jo closed her eyes and felt her first fluids begin to run.

****

It seemed there was no end to them. Wave after wave they surged into the room, one crowd after another. Their hands became a blur. Their explorations melded to a single sensation. It was her body, but they were all a part of it. Cassidy had no tears left in her.

They were all so kind.

“You’re beautiful, Cassidy. Bet you get that all the time.”

From Cassidy: “Thank you, sir. Mostly from my mom.”

Soft laughter, entirely disbelieving.

“This muscle’s all tense. It’s seriously like a knot right here. I’ll work it out for you.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” She closed her eyes. “Oh. Yes. Right there. Oh! Thank you so much.”

And another man. “I just have to touch it—I’m sorry. I won’t break in or nuthin’. Peter would kill me.”

“It’s—it’s okay,” she said. Then, after a quick gasp, “No. Peter wouldn’t hurt anyone. My … sister, on the other hand…”

More laughs. It became like a dream.

“Look. She’s not blushing anymore. No tears.”

“Her legs won’t stop shaking, though. See? She’s dripping. Fucking hot. Gonna put her upside down. Ready, Cassidy?”

She had just enough of a toe hold in reality to nod, and the world turned for her.

“So beautiful.”

“So beautiful…”

****

An hour later, the cleaning crews came in. Peter was horizontal, feeling the steam first against the top of his stomach and his sternum, spreading from there like a warm wet blanket everywhere and curling up from either side of his rib cage.

He lifted his head to get a look at them as they filed in—ten women and ten men, each equipped with a long, thick, plastic turkey baster.

“Do not worry about inadvertent splashing,” Officer Garcia said to them as they dispersed. “Our Punishment Club shall be put to mop duty before their final discipline.”

Or we could have done this in the shower room, Peter thought, letting his head hang again. Looking down the length of his body, he sent up a quick thank-you prayer that he hadn’t ejaculated into his bucket. Had Buddy?

Hands and basters in the water. The washers ignored the sponges at first. Plastic slurped up soap and water.

“How are you doing, Mr. Gravis?” Officer Garcia called over to him.

“Good, sir!” he called back, then let out a surprised grunt when a man’s hand drew his face slowly up by the hair. “Never been gang-groped by fifty people before, though. You?”

“Not since police academy.”

And from Nurse Reyes-Garcia: “Alejandro! Padre lo perdona…”

Then he was staring down the nozzle of the baster. The man wielding it said, “Close your eyes, son.”

Peter did, and he felt the first splash of water on his face.

Then—everywhere, four women along with the one dude, spraying him with one shot each before going for the sponges. The man went for his back, scrubbing hard and thoroughly while a heavyset woman in her thirties knelt in front of him, holding his head up by the chin and washing his hair one-handed, stopping to massage his temples one at a time. “Got to get you buffed and polished before you go back to school,” she said.

“No complaints from me,” he said, his body unclenching, even in the restraints. “Bet none of my friends back home have ever been buffed before.”

She chuckled.

Another woman started lathering his cock. His legs bucked. Heat returned to his cheeks.

“Who’s my rubber ducky?” this new, unseen woman cooed to him in baby talk from between his legs.

Peter thought about it, eyes bulging.

“Quack,” he said.

****

Emma Jo gave up. Sure, they were strangers. Sure, Buddy was in the room. And sure, technically, this was supposed to be the final “humiliation.” She needed this. It was just what she had wanted.

“Don’t … forget behind the ears, ’kay? Little grimy … behind the ears.”

Hands soaping her tits, her thighs. Wet fingers in the gaps between her toes.

And now behind the ears, both at the same time, gently. Rhythmically.

“For you, Emma Jo,” the anonymous man said, “anything.”

Emma Jo guessed he really was a fan. Weird. She’d never had fans before. She was just a dumb nineteen-year-old kid who had fucked up in her first week of college.

It felt nice, having fans.


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Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Readers' Choice Awards Winners and Runners Up Announced!

 


Congratulations to all of our authors who were nominated! We're proud to announce the winners and runners up of the 2020 Evernight Readers' Choice Awards...



Book of the Year:

WINNER: Boss by Sam Crescent and Stacey Espino

RUNNER UP: Kneel (Lust, Love, and Darkness) by Elyzabeth M. VaLey


Evernight Teen Book of the Year:

WINNER: The Broken Rivalry by Christine Rees

RUNNER UP: The Eight Lies We Tell Each Other by Christine Anna Kirchoff



Author of the Year:

WINNER: Sam Crescent

RUNNER UP: NJ Walters



Best Cover:

Jay Aheer: Cover / Graphic Artist

WINNER: Call Me Sugar by Lacee Hightower

RUNNER UP: Hell's Mercy by Katherine Wyvern



Best Erotic:

Tie:

WINNER: Help Wanted: Mafe by Cooper McKenzie

WINNER: Daddy's Little Angel by Lila Fox

RUNNER UP: Thrill Me by Tina Donahue



Best ROTG:

WINNER: The Takeover by Doris O'Connor

RUNNER UP: Sparrow Obsessed by Winter Sloane



Best Mainstream:

WINNER: Fireworks at Dusk by Stephanie Bedwell-Grime

RUNNER UP: Espionage and the Earl by Win Hollows



Best BDSM:

WINNER: Hell's Mercy by Katherine Wyvern

RUNNER UP: The Punishment Club: The Dare Dungeon by D.A. Maddox



Best Contemporary:

WINNER: Dreamland by Beth D. Carter

RUNNER UP: The Payment by Allyson Young




Best Dark Romance:

WINNER: Claimed by the Crime Boss by Winter Sloane

RUNNER UP: The Wolf by Jade Marshall



Best Fantasy:

WINNER: The Heart of a Nymph by Serenity Snow

RUNNER UP: A Dragon for Sale by Katerina Ross



Best Gay:

WINNER: Magic Never Lies Erin M. Leaf

RUNNER UP: Tempting Ballad by Katherine McIntyre



Best Interracial:

WINNER: Tantalize Me by Tina Donahue

RUNNER UP: Inked in the Music by Kitt Rose



Best Lesbian:

WINNER: The Witch's Guide to Werewolves by Naomi Clark

RUNNER UP: Coming Home to Love by Serenity Snow



Best MC:

WINNER: The Wolf by Jade Marshall

RUNNER UP: Hawke's Claim by Winter Sloane



Best Menage:

WINNER: The Vikings' Sightless Bride by Scarlett J Rose

RUNNER UP: Lion Her Ass Off by Sarah Marsh



Best Paranormal:

WINNER: Bonded by Blood by Rose Wulf

RUNNER UP: Feral Kind of Love by Laura M. Baird



Best BBW:

WINNER: Sweet Things by Suzy Shearer

RUNNER UP: Wicked Kingpin by Winter Sloane



Sci-Fi:

WINNER: Spear's Search by N.J. Walters

RUNNER UP: Isolation by Jade Black