Bare Bottom on a Harley
“Bare Bottom on a Harley” is part of the Cheerleader Series and was free for five days. It’s now 99 cents.
Making her boyfriend jealous is Bailey’s favorite activity, and he punishes her in ways that make her soooo excited. When he orders her to take off her panties and get on the Harley, she knows the fun has just begun.
When Bailey bent over and laced her shoe in the Folston College hallway,the students behind her
I wrote this brand new series because I love hot young cheerleaders and willing guys, and I’m especially fond of slender legs, tight asses, and sexy panties. If you share my fantasies, this erotica will provide you many hours of pleasure!
The Cheerleader Panties Series is composed of four stories that currently are sold separately and will soon be available in an erotica bundle titled Cheerleaders: Hot and Wild.
OH MY GOD, royal breasts have landed on a French terrace. Alert Interpol, Scotland Yard, George Lucas, and Hustler Magazine! Gather the women and children, slam shut the shutters, and gas up the car. Then head straight to the North Pole, where boob sightings only happen between snuggling Eskimos. If, in your puritanical tither, you become confused and drive toward the equator instead, hold onto your bible as tight as you can. Boobs abound at zero latitude and no doubt nipples will peek at you
FRENCH-CUT PANTIES, an erotic thriller, is the first in a series. Publication date to be announced.
Regina Caldwell—young, horny, and gorgeous—wants out of her small town so bad she’s willing to do just about anything to afford college tuition and that includes robbing jewelry stores. Her plan works perfectly until she meets an anti-terrorist operative who changes her life in a startling way. Does she accept his offer to join the organization? Can she save a major city from obliterati
My name is Manhattan Minx, and I’d like to share a few things that might make it easier when you send out your queries. First for the bad news.
After seeing authors rewrite queries time and again, only to receive no requests for work, I’ve realized that some manuscripts are doomed from word one. Books with bland story lines are difficult to sell, especially as debut fiction, and an author who does not carefully choose what to write about could be wasting years of her time.
“Cripes, I can’t find my Kindle,” I say.
Sweet Cheeks, my boyfriend, lowers his head and pedals furiously in the den. He’s on the stationary bike, in the middle of a workout and doesn’t want to hear it, thinks he’s going to get blamed again. As well he should. Only yesterday I found my Kindle stuck between the pages of a Grisham paperback. Sweet Cheeks, under my glare, had shrugged and said he needed a bookmark.
It’s tough living with someone stuck in the last century, but I n